Nite Flights (Moodswings Back To Basics Remix Radio Edit) - David Bowie

There's no hold

The moving has come through

The danger passing you

Turns its face into the heat and runs the tunnels

It's so cold

The dark dug up by dogs

The stiches 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

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 call

On nite flights

Only one way to fall