I saw your rope and held out a hope
That you'd try and la**o me.
I bore the thought if you pulled me taught
I'd never want setting free.
The heat haze of history
Can't distort or dissolve
The falcons above.
They're memories of what I once was.
The memories of what I once was.
The memories of what I once was.
You showed me off like a trophy shot
With a forty-four caliber kiss.
And now every drink you buy holds the stink
Of the wasted youth that I miss.
The sandstorms of time
Can't bury or blind
The falcons above.
They're memories of what I once was.
The memories of what I once was.
The memories of what I once was.
Am I better or am I worse?
Is freedom blessed or is it a curse?
Each turn breeds guilt.
Decisions made
and blood is spilt.
It's k** or be k**ed.
The heat haze of history
Can't distort or dissolve
The falcons above.
They're memories of what I once was.
The memories of what I once was.
The memories of what I once was.