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[Poets of the Fall] 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 lashing,
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 cheeck, 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 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...
...
Не совсем характерная для меня музыка. Впрочем, хорошая рок-баллада, а какая разница, характерна она или нет? Для романтически-ностальгической грусти перед следующим шагом.
[Poets of the Fall] 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 lashing,
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 cheeck, 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 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...
...
Не совсем характерная для меня музыка. Впрочем, хорошая рок-баллада, а какая разница, характерна она или нет? Для романтически-ностальгической грусти перед следующим шагом.
[Poets of the Fall] Late Goodbye