Nite Flights

(альбом: Nite Flights - 1978)

There's no hold
The moving has come through
The danger passing 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 night flights
Broken necks feather weights press the walls
Be my love, we will be gods on night flights
With only one promise, only one way to fall

Glass traps open and close on night flights
Broken necks feather weights press the walls
Be my love, we will be gods on night flights
With only one promise, only one way to call

On night flights, on night flights
On night flights, only one way to fall
On night flights, on night flights
On night flights, only one way to fall