Scott Walker Nite Flights
There's no hold
The moving has come through
The danger brushing you
Turns its face into the heat
And runs the tunnels
It's so cold
The dark dug up by dogs
The stitches torn and broke
The raw meat fist you choke
Has hit the bloodlite
Glass traps open and close on nite flights
Broken necks
Feather weights press the walls
Be my love
We will be gods on nite flights
Only one promise
Only one way to fall
Glass traps open and close on nite flights
Broken necks
Feather weights press the walls
Be my love
We will be gods on nite flights
Only one promise
Only one way to fall
On the nite flights
On the nite flights
On the nite flights
Only one way to fall
On the nite flights
On the nite flights
On the nite flights
Only one way to fall
