All the good things haven't made sense in a long time

Every day, cut away 

You find yourself searching for it

Wings that he made, to save you from Crete

Yeah, he made time

Never looking back, never could give a damn of where you've been

When it was time, you didn't take much convincing

You flew through the window

And god, I know how good it felt to be someone else

But you couldn't take it

How could you be so complacent?

All this wax and string and melted beams

You went down

Down

You went down

Free as a bird, you wanted to be like them

C'est n'est pas une pipe

Desire was not your friend

He warned you, but you didn't listen then

Look at that view

Hot ash settles in the sand

Watched you fumble for the reigns 

Lamenting every second of your quinze of fame

You called his name

But you only had yourself to blame