Wandering through the twisting corridors of the labyrinth,
I don't care about the people I left behind
          I don't care about your cold grey glassy eyes,
          and I don't care about your new paper wings -
I've seen Daedalus, and wax on the labyrinth floor

I don't care that you sold everything for a fifteen second flight
          and I don't care about the radiance that blinded you
          and I don't worry about these twisting corridors
but wearing these new wings you never thought about Icarus -

In fifteen seconds I saw your soul -
I don't care about the lies you told me
          and I don't care about the lies you told everyone else
          and I don't care about your razor sharp silver tongue -
your lies were only to yourself

But when we met last in the labyrinth
you told me about your new paper wings
you told me they were the key to freedom, and happiness
I guess I did care - it brought tears to my eyes
I wondered:
when you first tried on these paper wings,
did you ever think about Icarus?