Flight, in the Oaks Songtext
von All the Luck in the World

And he′s burning like a fire on a dark street
And a fall of feet, falls short of me
And he's tearing after youth and fresh meat
′Cause he needs, 'cause he needs, because he needs


And all you wintered well, 'til vineyard′s bloom
You come around less and you leave too soon
There′s no more warmth in your red
With your grace is gone

Before a fleeting frame, your eyes so glazed and green, are all I see
And with your flight, I felt the night return to me
For a fleeting frame, your eyes so glazed and green, are all I see
And with your flight, I felt the night return to me
And swallow you like I couldn't do