Flight, In the Oaks - All The Luck In The World

He’s burning like a fire on a dark street

A fall of feet falls short of me

And he’s tearing after youth and fresh meat

Because he needs, because he needs, because he

Needs

Oh you wintered well til vineyard’s bloom

You come around less and you leave too soon

There’s no more warmth in your red

Your grace is gone

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

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