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

He’s burning like a fire on a dark street A fall of feet falls short of me And he’s tearing after youth and fresh meat Because he needs, because he needs, because he needs Oh you wintered well til vineyard’s bloom You come around less and you leave too soon There’s no more warmth in your red Your grace is gone For a fleeting frame, your eyes so glazed and green are all I see And with your flight I felt the night return to me For a fleeting frame, your eyes so glazed and green are all I see And with your flight I felt the night return to me And swallow you like I couldn’t do