Atlas Sound
Without Headlights
Erase the scars from my palmsA boy choir sings the psalmsThe vespers that would lull us to sleepTwo fables duct tapedStories of pillage, stories of rapeCars burning the streetsBut you, dear, will you steer?Wet whisper in my earClose breathing, slow and queerThe texture of hairTears in the malt shopThe engine idled, choked and stoppedBefore I had the chance to drive far in the deep, dark night without headlightsTo drive far in the deep, dark night without headlightsWithout headlightsTo drive far in the deep, dark night without headlightsWithout headlightsWithout headlights
From Letras Mania