We figure out the past through photographsThey took while we were youngEven though there’s no way out, we’ll find oneWe’re the love-struck onesThe degrees of separation close inLook who just walked inA finger on the pulse is not enoughTo show who’s wrong from rightYou know it’s gonna be a long driveNot an easy rideThe degrees of separation close inLook who just walked inLeave the lights onIf you’re the last one aliveThere’s too many strangers on this longLonely driveI’ll be by your sideBelieve meNow, no-one knows the yearYou’re from the pastYou look like you’re aliveYou know it’s gonna be a long driveNot an easy rideThe degrees of separation close inLook who just walked inI kept the photograph upon the dashIt helped me realiseThat it didn’t have to be a long driveBut an easy rideThe degrees of separation close inWe’re alone againLeave the lights onIf you’re the last one alive