Icarus

(L. Shia)

Produced by LEO37 for SIXTH STREET VOODOO
Additional production by JEAN MARTIN

All instruments played by THE WORST POP BAND EVER (wpbe.bandcamp.com)

[CHORUS]
Stick to the sky
Burn my eyes with rays
Clutch the sun with both hands
To keep the day like…

Chillin on the biggest star
I will be for the rest til I rest
White flowers, black suits, finely pressed button-ups
That I can see from afar
Gazing
Never leaving before reaching
So amazing
I’m just saying
That if I’m to leave my seat today
Then I’ve finally earned my wings and
everybody’s singin’

[CHORUS]

Sky high to hit Fly heights
Colossal
Go Get It

But as both hands burn
I start to turn away
Loosen my grip
Maybe shootin to quit
Stickin to the sky ain’t all that it seems
It seems stickin to the sky is all but a dream
A dream I dreamt
A little dream for me to reach
These peaks and peace
A balance of challenges and some sweet relief
But dammit the average that maintain a nice flight is light
Light as in low
A little
Miniscule, mini
Tiny
Chances seem brittle
Really
Call me Icarus on my wax wings
Sun hits now I’m comin in for landing
Damning all the way down
Mouthful of cussing with no way out
This really ain’t for you so just stay down