later on in our car
saw the red lights on the street
we drove by as we talked
laughed and drank , spat and weeped


and we drove off the ridge
though the night was still young
and began to realize
our lives had not just begun

we were old
this was it
that's as far as it goes
we crashed into the sea
and (we) died where the cold wind blows

though we came up for air
in the morning light
we chose death over life
and traded grace in for blight

so you see it's as i said
and i guessed you would know
i would run along and not watch you as you go