Woorden: Sisters Of Mercy. Floodland. Driven Like The Snow.

Still night, nothing for miles
White curtain come down
Kill the lights in the middle of the road
And take a, 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 but still 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

More like brittle things will break before they turn
Like a 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