Lyrics Nite Flights - The Walker Brothers
Theres
no
hold
The
moving
-
Has
come
thru
The
danger
Brushin
you
Turns
its
face
Into
the
heat
And
runs
The
tunnels
Its
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
Feather
weights
Press
- the
walls
Be
my
love
We
will
be
gods
On
nite
flights
With
Only
one
promise
Only
one
way
To
fall
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