Icarus

My arms are empty, but my heart is full Hope for a cynic, dyed in the wool My hands aren't my own; I am but an instrument Give myself up to the miracle of accident I won't offer my consent to gravity's pull She's dangerous and tender She's fire and feather She's a puzzle to me But all the pieces fit together Closer and wilder And rising by degrees Til I can't feel her anymore And she burns through me I wouldn't call myself a prophet And I'll never be a king As Icarus I'm borne on the wind On delicate wings Racing toward a flame I know Will steal my ambition Sometimes blind faith Defies all intuition I won't sacrifice a dream For an ordinary reckoning She's dangerous and tender She's fire and feather She's a puzzle to me But all the pieces fit together Closer and wilder And rising by degrees Til I can't feel her anymore And she burns through me She's dangerous and tender She's fire and feather She's a puzzle to me But all the pieces fit together Closer and wilder And rising by degrees Til I can't feel her anymore And she burns through me