Late goodbye - unplugged 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
Power lines
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