Nite Flights — текст песни (David Bowie)

Theres no hold

The moving has come through

The danger passing you

Turns its face into the heat and runs the tunnels

Its so cold

The dog dug up fine dogs

The stiches torn and broke

The wrong lick fist you choke has hit the blood light



Glass traps opened and close on nite flights

Broken necks, feather plates pressed and warped

Be my love, we will be gods on nite flights

With only one promise, only one way to fall



Glass traps opened and close on nite flights

Broken necks feather ways press the walls

Be my love, we will be gods on nite flights

With only one promise, only one way to call



On nite flights



On nite flights



Only one way to fall



On nite flights



On nite flights



On nite flights



Only one way to fall



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