Mono Inc. - 118 lyrics

I'm standing at the roadside on the 118
It's freezing cold I'm dead tired
A haze lies on the landscape
And I'm shivering
And all the falling stars seem to say goodbye
As the rime is gently creeping
Right over my feet
My eyes are following the white
Lines on the straightaway street
Swear that after the landing
And after the pain i'll think back of you
Every time, every time it rains

I hit the road now here on the 118
It's freezing cold I'm dead tired
It's eight thousand miles to where
I don't wanna be
But still I'm leaving and I
Kind of wonder why
It was great from the beginning
To the closing scene
I count those hundreds of dead
Flies on the dirty windscreen
You changed my paradigm and aspects
You're my passport to fame
I'll think back of you
Every time, every time it rains