Ideas hang before me, all but a breath away They flicker into being, and then begin to fade And when I'm tired of sitting, I drag my bones to bed And when I'm tired of sleeping, I think of them instead Their only words don't have to shout to be heard I have not seen the light for days Like Icarus before me, these wings are not my own And I am soaring skyward, just to tumble Home has gone, I'm not the best at moving on Nothing to say, no one would listen Anyway, anyway I have not seen the light for days Like Icarus before me, these wings are not my own I have not seen the light for days I have not seen the light for days And nights for days
