We begin again and I wonder if the end exists We pack our things and make promises Looking from the the driving mirror Birds are trying to eat something, snow begins to fall Coats survive with two holes inside We're driving to the light I hear the news on the radio, a couple robbed a band I hear the voice of a journalist With some kind of excitement They throw the money just for pleasure to a rubbish bin They could be you and me Driving to the light There's only one way to follow If you have nothing else to lose Nothing can stop us now Two cops at the petrol station show me aphotograph Two cops with their ironing uniforms And their fucking good maners No, I've never seen them before, what have they done Coats survive with two holes inside Driving to the light.