Everyday she wakes up in the morning sun, always feels the same Monday morning comes and when she leaves for work, the clouds are forming now Drive, drive, drive, through the pouring rain Wipers wipe, all your feelings away Good ones and bad Always living like, it's my last day And I'm on my way to see you, weather don't mind And we're living like, it's our last days And we're taking it with both hands, holding on so tight Everyday she wakes in the winter sun, always feels the same Mercury is falling when she leaves for work, icy on your skin Drive, drive, drive, through the morning rain Windscreen fogs all your feelings again Good ones and bad Always living like, it's my last day And I'm on my way to see you, weather don't mind And we're living like, it's our last days And we're taking it with both hands, holding on so tight