Fatima Mansions - Nite Flights lyrics

(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 Gla** 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