Song: Waxen Wings.
I needed something more than sitting here and counting down
The minutes of a life lived in the margins of redemption.
I needed something more than just a footnote in a sleepy town --
'She lived and died according to the currents of convention.'
Icarus had waxen wings and if he fell, well, he still flew;
He tried to reach the heavens and they slipped right through his fingers.
If someone gave me waxen wings, I'd reach out for the heavens too,
And leave behind these alleys where the ghost of hope still lingers.
I needed something more than anyone could ever give me;
I needed something I could understand.
I tried to spread my wings, I prayed the heavens would forgive me,
And if I fell, I prayed that they would leave me where I land.
I needed something more than sitting here and counting cards
The coffee spoons and cigarettes that measure endless days.
I needed something more than dead-eyed lovers, more than dead-grass yards --
The shadow girls and phantom boys who never found their ways.
Icarus had waxen wings and took a chance on something more;
I wonder if he laughed out loud when gravity embraced him.
They say that luck's a lady, but I think that fate is just a whore,
She keeps chasing all the pretty boys until one lets her taste him.
I needed something more than anyone could ever give me;
I needed something I could understand.
I tried to spread my wings, I prayed the heavens would forgive me,
And if I fell, I prayed that they would leave me where I land.
Ain't no wings for little girls who ought to know their places;
Ain't no wings for baby-dolls who try to join the races.
You've known a thousand girls like me -- you can't recall their faces.
We live inside our own regrets. We fill the empty spaces.
I needed something more than sitting here and killing time
The wasted hours that blew away like ashes in the wind.
I needed something I could face, some mountain I could climb,
A pair of waxen wings to bear me to my happy end.
Icarus had waxen wings and yes it's true, he ended badly,
But I like to think the ending that he had was what he chose.
I'd rather choose to grab for glory; if I fall, then I'll fall gladly.
The only ones who get to fall are the ones who risked, and rose.
The minutes of a life lived in the margins of redemption.
I needed something more than just a footnote in a sleepy town --
'She lived and died according to the currents of convention.'
Icarus had waxen wings and if he fell, well, he still flew;
He tried to reach the heavens and they slipped right through his fingers.
If someone gave me waxen wings, I'd reach out for the heavens too,
And leave behind these alleys where the ghost of hope still lingers.
I needed something more than anyone could ever give me;
I needed something I could understand.
I tried to spread my wings, I prayed the heavens would forgive me,
And if I fell, I prayed that they would leave me where I land.
I needed something more than sitting here and counting cards
The coffee spoons and cigarettes that measure endless days.
I needed something more than dead-eyed lovers, more than dead-grass yards --
The shadow girls and phantom boys who never found their ways.
Icarus had waxen wings and took a chance on something more;
I wonder if he laughed out loud when gravity embraced him.
They say that luck's a lady, but I think that fate is just a whore,
She keeps chasing all the pretty boys until one lets her taste him.
I needed something more than anyone could ever give me;
I needed something I could understand.
I tried to spread my wings, I prayed the heavens would forgive me,
And if I fell, I prayed that they would leave me where I land.
Ain't no wings for little girls who ought to know their places;
Ain't no wings for baby-dolls who try to join the races.
You've known a thousand girls like me -- you can't recall their faces.
We live inside our own regrets. We fill the empty spaces.
I needed something more than sitting here and killing time
The wasted hours that blew away like ashes in the wind.
I needed something I could face, some mountain I could climb,
A pair of waxen wings to bear me to my happy end.
Icarus had waxen wings and yes it's true, he ended badly,
But I like to think the ending that he had was what he chose.
I'd rather choose to grab for glory; if I fall, then I'll fall gladly.
The only ones who get to fall are the ones who risked, and rose.