Bastille - Icarus

Look who's digging their own grave.
That is what they all say.
You'll drink yourself to death.
Look who's makes their own bed.
Lies right down within it,
And what will you have left?
Out on the front doorstep.
Drinking from a paper cup.
You won't remember this.
Living beyond your years.
Acting out all their fears.
You feel it in your chest.

Your hands protect the flames,
from the wild old winds around you.

Icarus is flying too close to the sun,
Icarus is life, it has only just begun.
it's begun.

Standing on the cliff face
Highest fall you'll ever grace.
It scares me half to death.
Look out to the future.
But it tells you nothing.
so take another breath. Your hands protect the flames,
from the wild old winds around you.

Icarus is flying too close to the sun,
Icarus is life, it has only just begun.
and this is how it feels to take off oooh.
Icarus is flying towards an early grave.

You put up your defences when you leave,
you leave because you're certain,
of who you want to be.
You're putting up your armour when you leave
you leave because you're certian,
of who you want to be oooh.

Icarus is flying too close to the sun,
Icarus is life, it has only just begun.
and this is how it feels to take off oooh.
Icarus is flying towards an early grave.