In the middle of the night And it wasn't just a dream The Sunday after there was laughter in the air Everybody had a kite They were flying everywhere And all the trouble went away All the trouble went away We try and try with all our mights To light a

Icarus is flying too close to the sun And Icarus's life, it has only just begun Your hands protect the flames From the wild winds around you This is how it feels to take a fall Icarus is flying towards an early grave Look who's digging their own grave

I think I missed you just right I missed you on your weekend Whiskey Getting crazy at the bar I missed you running late on Sundays Sliding in as the preacher starts I missed you at my sister’s wedding I’d be lying if I said you didn’t cross my mind I