late goodbye
poets of the fall
on the asphalt underneath
our crushed plans and my lies
and we keep driving into the night
and we keep driving into the night
your breath hot upon my cheek
you made me strong when i was feeling weak
and we keep driving into the night
and we keep driving into the night
the devil grins from ear to ear when he sees the hand he's dealt us
points at your flaming hair
and then we're playing hide and seek
i can't breathe easy here
less our trail's gone cold behind us
till' in the john mirror you stare at yourself grown old and weak
and we keep driving into the night