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