Poets Of The Fall - 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..."
Одна из моих самых любимых песен. Она всегда значила для меня прощание с прошлым и движение к неизвестному будущему...
"And we keep driving into the night
It's a late goodbye, such a late goodbye..."