New Model Army. The Price. Zeneszám

Splashing through the water on the motorway
The headlights shine in every drop of rain
And every mile takes a minute and every minute lasts an hour
And there's so many miles until we're home again
And staring through the gathering mists on the windscreen
I know that paying the prices came so soon
But I swear that those eyes cut deeper into me
Than they'll ever cut into you

Chorus:
And still the fires won't go out
That no power of the mind can drive away
All I ever see are your eyes calling
And the hatred and the love and the passion and the pain

Everybody knows this feeling like an old friend
And everybody feels it the same

But out here in the dark there is no one else
Driving faster, faster through the rain

Chorus:
And still the fires won't go out

Am I trying to raise a toast when the glass is already empty?
Am I paying the price now the wasted years are through?
But I swear that those eyes cut deeper into me
Than they'll ever, ever cut into you.