I am the sea you built the wings to escape from,
Your heaven sails shine pristine in the November wind.
I lost the moon, lost the sun,
No chance for a sky covered in sin.
And here are the words, they begin again,
Reaching in ways my hands couldn't bear
Reaching for the one
Who honestly dear, just doesn't care.

your fingers don't match up
with the ideas in your head
and you know you've had enough,
when you found yourself wishing for what is dead
so say your goodbyes
and fall in line
with what lingers,
what is gone

it wont hurt for long,
no, the freedom is worth the wait
because one day we'll wake up
with a new mind we've known all along
take it as an ounce of fate,
if it wasn't meant to be, it goes as it must.

escape now, my hopeless Icarus