Текст песни David Bowie - Nite Flights
David Bowie - Nite Flights слова песни
Theres no holdThe moving has come throughThe danger passing youTurns its face into the heat and runs the tunnelsIts so coldThe dog dug up fine dogsThe stiches torn and brokeThe wrong lick fist you choke has hit the blood lightGlass traps opened and close on nite flightsBroken necks, feather plates pressed and warpedBe my love, we will be gods on nite flightsWith only one promise, only one way to fallGlass traps opened and close on nite flightsBroken necks feather ways press the wallsBe my love, we will be gods on nite flightsWith only one promise, only one way to callOn nite flightsOn nite flightsOnly one way to fallOn nite flightsOn nite flightsOn nite flightsOnly one way to fallAh ah ah ah ahAh ah ah ah ahAh ah ah ah ahAh ah ah ah ahAh ah ah ah ahAh ah ah ah ah