Empty houses and late, late nights
This late migration, a cold, cold flight
If I'd asked you to come would you still be

Deep underneath this sky

Fly by night,

Fly by night,
Bury your home from sight


The clock is ticking, the doors are closed
The sound of digging in an empty room
You flew away but if I'd asked you to stay

Would this love be alive today?

Fly by night,

Fly by night
Bury your home from sight


So close your windows and go to sleep
Being alone is harder than you think
The last bird in the flock gets buried underneath

Snow and the heart's debris

Fly by night

Fly by night
Bury your home from sight
Bury your home from sight