Icarus

What are those wings? What is that rust? What are those tattered things that make you look like Icarus? Somebody stole your fairy dust And now the weight inside your chest betrays your wanderlust So you fall into the waves Of a thousand questions asked but none explained And now all, all you can do Is to trust that I'll be waiting here to carry you I will carry you Spectators come from far away Like they have tickets to the circus on a Saturday Caught like a child in a parade You spread your arms but when you're wounded You can't fly away So you fall into the waves Of a thousand questions asked but none explained And now all, all you can do Is to trust that I'll be waiting here to carry you I will carry you Smoke and feathers floating through the sky Like the tears that you cry Drops of melting wax rain down like fire And you're so very tired So you fall into the waves Of a thousand questions asked but none explained And now all, all you can do Is to trust that I'll be waiting here to carry you I will carry you What are those wings? What is that rust? --- Icarus - Mindy Gledhill