From an eyrie built so high He's falling now Archers draw and arrows fly Raining down He's soon to reach the ground I always turned him on On Saturdays He played those spoons in the band And always stood to tall From an eyrie built so high He's falling now Archers draw and arrows fly Raining down He'll soon meet with the ground She met him after years of Thursday nights And she had tears in her eyes She woke up on the floor In your darkest recollection Do you see their faces still And things they'd said The trust they had From an eyrie built so high He's falling down Archers draw and arrows fly Raining down He's soon to hit the ground