I'm sitting here like statistics 
Amid teenage pregnancies and misfits 
Plotting my uncertain chart 
And the constant of our frequency 
The graph that follows your feelings for me 
Looks like a work of abstract art 
And in the law of love that you broke 
You employed me 
As your attorney 
And you are still learning 
And I'm still faithfully returning 
To the crime scene 

And I'm having trouble with the jargon 
Having trouble getting out of this tune 
And my headlights are [bad word] and broken but I'm 
Still night-driving with you 

And I'm into all this feeling sorry stuff 
After love's been gained and love's been lost 
These [bad word] are the landmark of the end 
And you were never a good lover 
You were never a great enemy 
And you couldn't even manage a good friend 

Now I'm having trouble with the jargon 
Having trouble getting out of this tune 
And my headlights are [bad word] and broken 
Still night-driving with you 
I'm Still night-driving with you 

You said it's all about symmetry 
And the half reflection of you and me 
Can't piece together what's gone 
Watching my colours bleed and stain your hands 
With no regrets and no demands 
I expected a better Armageddon. 

I'm having trouble with the jargon 
Having trouble getting out of this tune 
And my headlights are [bad word] and broken but I'm 
Still night-driving with you 

I'm having trouble with the jargon 
Having trouble getting out of this tune 
And my headlights are [bad word] and broken 
Still night-driving with you 
I'm Still night-driving with you 
Still night-driving with you