Dept. of Errors -

Keys in the ignition

A passing view of police

A cheap scrap metal ring

And the warmth kept inside

The frost chill on the windshield

Features blur and reshape

Headlights wash the ceiling

To a slow song soundtrack

Oh, low voices, confessions

Quietly tremble

Here it means everything

A stretch of road where no one slows

Watching stars through the sunroof

The distance between us