Nite Flights Lyrics - Fatima Mansions

(Music/Lyrics--Scott Engel) ©1993 International Media Holdings (BMI) 

There's no hold 

The moving has come through 

The danger brushing you 

turns its face into the heat 

and runs the tunnel 

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 nite flights 

Broken necks, featherweights press the walls 

Be my love, we can be gods on nite flights 

With only one promise, only one way to fall