Forgot What I Love About This Place Pt 1 - Fifty Grand, Hellion

At the rate that I’ve been going I can’t breathe again

A falcon flying through the trees

Some of us leave

But you’ll stay

I saw it in your face

Don’t let up

It’ll get rough

Don’t cross us

We’ll be in the woods

Telephone

Wanna go home

It gets old

No one ever told us it’d take so damn long

If all of this isn’t a dream

And all is never as it seems

And all of this is history

Well, I’m tired and tongue-tied

Flying through the trees