Icarus -

The older you get, the less people ask

How you’re doing?

I guess we’re all doing our best

But I’ll ask how you are until I’m old and I’m grey

Til I’m out of breath, blue in the face

Out of breath, blue in the face

And I am no Icarus, silhouette song

And I am no Orpheus, I am no one

But I’ll play you a song, fly as I can

The hotter the burn, the better the man

The hotter the burn, the better the man

The older you get

Less you let go

When the rougher the love, then the harder the blow

But I’ll love who you are until I’m old and I’m grey

Until I’m out of breath blue in the face

Out of breath blue in the face

And I am no Icarus, silhouette song

And I am no Orpheus, I am no one

But I’ll play you a song, fly as I can

The hotter the burn, the better the man

The hotter the burn, the better the man