Flight, in the Oaks

Well he's burning like a fire

On a dark street

Now fall a feet (?)

Falls short of meAnd he's tearing after youth

And fresh meat

'Cause he needs, because he needs

Because he needs...And all you wintered well

'Til vineyards bloom

You come around much?

And you leave too soon

There's no more worth in your red

Well your grace is goneBefore a fleeting flame

Your eyes are glazed and green

Are all I see

And with your flight

I felt denied

Return to meBefore a fleeting flame

Your eyes are glazed and green

Are all I see

And with your flight

I felt denied

Return to me

I'll swallow youLike I couldn't do...