Icarus

Mr. Satellite Man

Have you swallowed the moon

Cool with your rocket ship

What more is there to explore with your eyes

Your eye

Oh

I think of Icarus

Oh

Feathers in each of our hands

Oh

I need the sky above to hold my body under

And everybody seems to be

Ready to hang their coats in

Such a strange thing to me

To just party 'till the sun dies

Oh

I think of Icarus

Oh

Feathers in each of our hands

Oh

I need the sky above to hold my body under