The city falcons, throw cold shadows in the years since the new deal
The borders of danger change are neither angry nor strange anymore
And your eyes won't go forever
City falcons fly over this town, where parades of the brave make their way past entitlement

The country houses speak in hushed voices
Make the great choices in sleep
Where the burning of silver inside is especially light
The city falcons fall from high places, steal the sad faces of sin
And spell out the end of our lives as wandering spies
In the safety of darkness, you say now will call us back home

Despite what you said
Because it is up to you

We'll build this passionate houses
We will build this passionate houses
We will build this passionate houses
We will build this passionate houses
We will build this passionate houses
We will build this