[00:30.04]deer in the night run on clipped lawns
[00:35.12]deer in the morning dead by the road
[00:40.06]flies are all humming death does become them
[00:45.31]flies are all happy they never know famine
[00:51.81]houses alike in circles and rows
[00:56.94]named for the lost woods, places afar
[01:01.80]people inside them crowded and lonely
[01:07.11]dreams gently dying together alone
[01:13.17]the cars they go one way, cars they come back
[01:23.85]everyday but sunday and sometimes they crash
[01:57.41]waning moon rise stars barely seen
[02:02.40]the city's great filth bright towers gleaming
[02:07.71]quiet is hiding from sirens and shrieks
[02:12.61]but loves the good music in spaces between
[02:19.67]bats a dark cloud dance the dusk sky
[02:24.35]from under the bridge all along the lakeside
[02:29.69]seeing with sound, hunting with song
[02:34.52]never colliding or killing their own
[02:41.00]the cars they go one way, cars they come back
[02:51.26]everyday but sunday and sometimes they crash