David Bowie

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F        G
There's no hold
The moving has come through
The danger passing you
                                           Bm
Turns its face into the heat and runs the tunnels

         Em
It's so cold, The dark dug up by dogs
The stiches torn and broke,
The raw meat fist you choke
             A#
Has hit the bloodlite

Chorus:
C                             A#
Glass traps open and close on nite flights
C                                      Gm
Broken necks feather weights press the walls
C                               A#
Be my love, we will be gods on nite flights
C                                      Gm
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