My mind has old picket fences
And ivy on the eaves
Thought I'd look at clouds today
So I climb up their vines and their leaves
I look out at the houses below me
They're kind of plain but that may be crass
I see neighbors commending each other
Somehow green lawns equate to their class
So I cut down the ivy, the life of
The flowers they might find unsightly
Trim the dead grass with scissors just right
Cover my fence in bright white
See, I want to try hard to attain
The recognition they paid for
Covered in paint as I stain
Every individual blade
And then, then it's gone in the rain
(Then it's gone in the rain)
Icarus flies through the clouds that I gaze on
Thinking of shapes that they make in the shade of the sun
Feet drag me out in the light
I whisper
Don't fly too close (fly too close)
Don't fly too close (not too close)
But it's done
I whisper
Stop but he rose
Then there he goes
And he's gone
But he doesn't have to be
(No)
(No)
(No)
Icarus smiles through the clouds that I gaze on
Drifting so peacefully under the weight of the sun
Feet drag me out in the light
I yell out
Stop and he froze
His wings start to slow
In the dawn
I see him
Turn, I've exposed
My lovely meadow (meadow)
Of a lawn