David Bowie Nite Flights

There's no hold The moving has come through The danger passing you Turns it's face into the heat and runs the tunnels It's 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 Ah ah ah ah ah Ah ah ah ah ah Ah ah ah ah ah Ah ah ah ah ah Ah ah ah ah ah Ah ah ah ah ah