Fatima Mansions (The)
Nite Flights
There's no holdThe moving has come throughThe danger brushing youturns its face into the heatand runs the tunnelIt's so coldThe dark dug up by dogsThe stitches torn and brokeThe raw meat fist you chokehas hit the bloodliteGlass traps open and close on nite flightsBroken necks, featherweights press the wallsBe my love, we can be gods on nite flightsWith only one promise, only one way to fallOn the nite flights, only one way to fall
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