She's telling me she don't need headlights. She's telling me the storm is friendly. She says the volts are inviting. She talks in couplets she steers by lightning. She takes a knife to my seatbelt. She says the brakes need mending. She says my mood needs heightening. She talks in couplets she steers by lightning. Two angels sitting in the back seat. They're pointing at their watches. I feel eternity biting. She talks in couplets she steers by lightning. My Maggie she's got a loose one. She uses Milton as a road map. My Maggie she is a bright thing. She talks in couplets she steers by lightning