...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 playin' hide and seek

I can't breathe easy here 'less our trail's gone cold behind us
'til then the john mirror you stare at yourself grown old and weak

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...

(с) Poets Of The Fall