You're one of the lucky ones,
built for the future.
Gardening in the forest of Eden,
and harvesting love.

You see i am too unfortunate to love,
I'm too impetuous and addictive, for you.
You're becoming Icarus,
And i become the Sun.

So as i lay there like the sky,
I see the clouds of forever rolling on by.
I replace my flowers with seeds of grass,
for your love to last.

I am too unfortunate to love,
I can't be there to be understood.
So hold my hand my love, my guardian, my key,
and you'll find out what you can't see.