Dirty Projectors - But In The Headlights

But in the headlights
Of those all heading home,
All turned on as night came

And flowing as a stream
Of bonding, unbonding
Molecules, their light came:

A highway arcs across my hill,
Came out as dusk came down on it
The day hid it in
Soft
Dead
Leaves

Written by:
DAVID LONGSTRETH

Publisher:
Lyrics © DOMINO PUBLISHING COMPANY

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