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?