Poets Of The Fall cover

Late Goodbye in our headlights, staring, bleak, beer cans, deer s eyes on the asphalt underneath, our crushed plans and my lies lonely street signs, powerlines, they keep on flashing, flashing by and we keep driving into the night it s a late goodbye, such a late goodbye and we keep driving into the night it s a late goodbye your breath hot upon my cheek, and we crossed, that line you made me strong when I was feeling weak, and we crossed, that one time screaming stop signs, staring wild eyes, keep on flashing, flashing by and we keep driving into the night it s a late goodbye, such a late goodbye and we keep driving into the night it s a late goodbye 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 it s a late goodbye, such a late Based on a poem by Sam Lake