Filled With a Falcon’s Dreams

Lyrics

Her pretty young head Filled with a falcon's dreams A fresh clean bed A baller like she always seemed Innocence gets thin Trouble's got its way of sneaking in A Galaga sky sewn with a thousand seams The supper it cools But the stillness ceases to be Ordinary scene A habit's got its way of being so keen Lucius calls It's the same with Timmy and Steve An empty bed Owning it like she pleases Time has got its way And the trouble has got its teeth And they are sinking in Sinking in, in, in Sinking in, in, in