Icarus Ascending — Steve Hackett

There are many things that I would rather do Many many places I would rather be

Splendour wings of ambition Melted by the sun To the sea of remorse Graveyard come

Dogs that bark at night are fearful of the moon Will the sound of children's toys remain in tune

The same light shines on vineyards That makes deserts its true What awaits me if I follow you - ooh

And all that's behind me And I flew this time Never falling Since your eyes first touched mine