Once stirred by the many little average things
Why can't we wait until the lovely angel sings
But wait, her wings were made of the wax that made Icarus' wax wings
Too close to the sun, it won't be long until the funeral bell rings
Over rated simplicity
Can't you see her ability
It would seem to me
It's the activity
That brought her too close to the sun
It's what made Icarus a liability
Through the capability
To see her ability
To escape from captivity
Without the wings
She has no aerial mobility
I believe she's got something to see when she's falling
Seeing somebody she wants to see when she's falling
But wait, when she sings a melody
It's followed by a gentle harmony
A beautiful symphony
I knew she stopped singing
Once I heard the bells ringing