Late Goodbye - Poets Of The Fall

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 Mirra you stare at yourself grown old and weak

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, such a late goodbye

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, such a late goodbye

And we keep driving into the…