Nite Flights

The Walker Brothers

theres no hold

the moving -

has come thru

the danger

brushin you

turns its face

into the heat

and runs

the tunnels

its 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

with

only one promise

only one way

to FALL