Flight, In The Oaks Lyrics - All The Luck In The World - All The Luck In The World

Well he's burning like a fire 

On a dark street 

Now fall a feet (?) 

Falls short of me 

And he's tearing after youth 

And fresh meat 

'Cause he needs, because he needs 

Because he needs... 

And all you wintered well 

'Til vineyards bloom 

You come around much? 

And you leave too soon 

There's no more worth in your red 

Well your grace is gone 

Before a fleeting flame 

Your eyes are glazed and green 

Are all I see 

And with your flight 

I felt denied 

Return to me 

Before a fleeting flame 

Your eyes are glazed and green 

Are all I see 

And with your flight 

I felt denied 

Return to me 

I'll swallow you 

Like I couldn't do...