Sticky Fingers

On the highway early morning
See the Alps, it is still snowing
Joy Division through the speakers
Whiskey sticking on the fingers
They were all so young and carefree
So in love the whole world could see
Laughing in the car that morning
No one knew that death was coming

They were high and they were dreaming icy roads
Hear someone's screaming
See the Alps now upside down
Hit with force the icy ground
The icy ground

They were high
And they were kissing icy roads
Now someone's missing
It is slippery when wet
Pretty girl is now so dead
Is now so dead

It might be that it still snows
Even if somebody goes
To a colder place than this
With a last sweet tender kiss
It might be that you remember
That icy morning in December
Driving to the Alps was lovely
Only now you feel so lonely

They were high and they were dreaming icy roads
Hear someone's screaming
See the Alps now upside down
Hit with force the icy ground
The icy ground

They were high
And they were kissing icy roads
Now someone's missing
It is slippery when wet
Pretty girl is now so dead
Is now so dead