still night, nothing for miles a white curtain come down kill the lights in the middle of the road and take a look around ... it don't help to be one of the chosen one of the few to be sure when the wheels are spinning around and the ground is frozen through and you're driven, like the snow pure in heart driven together and given away to the west a white dress 'til the river don't run a black dress looking like mine 'til the sun don't shine no more where the sky meet the ground where the street fold round where the voice you hold don't make no sound, look snow on the river and two by two took a lot to live a lot like you I don't go there now but I hear they sung their fuck me and marry me young some wild idea and a big white bed now you know better than that, I said like a voice in the wind blow little crystals down like brittle things will break before they turn like lipstick on my cigarette and the ice get harder overhead like think it twice but never never learn and the mist will wrap around us and the crystal, if you touch it ... and the cars lost in the drift are there and the people that drive lost in the drift are there and the cares I've lost in the drift are there theirs, ours, lost in the drift are ... driven driven together and driven apart