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