Erase the scars from my palms A boy choir sings the psalms The vespers that would lull us to sleep Two fables duct taped Stories of pillage, stories of rape Cars burning the streets But you, dear, will you steer? Wet whisper in my ear Close breathing, slow and queer The texture of hair Tears in the malt shop The engine idled, choked and stopped Before I had the chance to drive far in the deep, dark night without headlights To drive far in the deep, dark night without headlights Without headlights To drive far in the deep, dark night without headlights Without headlights Without headlights