i stand on the cliffs with my son next to me,
this island our prison, our home.
and everyday we look out at the sea,
this place is all he´s ever known.
but i´ve got a plan with some wax and some string,
some feathers i stole from the birds.
we leap from the cliffs and we hear the wind sing,
a song thats to perfect for words.
but son, please keep a steady wing,
and know youre the only one who means anything to me.
steer clear of the sun,
or youll find yourself in the sea.
now safely away, i let out a cry,
“well make the mainland by noon”.
but icrus climbs higher still in the skye,
mabey i´ve spoken too soon.
but son, please keep a steady wing,
and know youre the only one who means anything to me.
steer clear of the sun,
or youll find yourself in the sea,
wont you look at your wings,
they are coming undone,
splitting at the seams.
steer clear of the sun,
for once wont you listen to me.
gods,why is this happening to me,
all i wanted was a new life,
for my son to grow up free.
now you took the only thing,
that means anything to me,
i will never fly again, i will hang up my wings.
oooooh gods!