Po' Girl - Deer in the night lyrics

Deer in the night run on clipped lawns Deer in the morning dead by the road Flies are all humming d**h does become them Flies are all happy they never know famine Houses alike in circles and rows Named for the lost woods, places afar People inside them crowded and lonely Dreams gently dying together alone The cars they go one way, cars they come back Everyday but sunday and sometimes they crash Waning moon rise stars barely seen They city's greath filth bright towers gleaming Quiet is hiding from sirens and shrieks But loves the good music in spaces between Bats a dark cloud dance the dusk sky From under the bridge all along the lakeside Seeing with sound, hunting with song Never colliding or k**ing their own The cars they go one way, cars they come back Everyday but sunday and sometimes they crash