The melting wax from Icarus\' wings drip
Into the flaming hot sea, and he remembers his father\'s words
And I remember them like a heirloom, the summer that never lasted
Embracing the ghost of youth
A story passed on through the trenches
Don\'t tell me when I don\'t want to hear it
Don\'t want to believe it, the sun has said its last goodbye
A priceless smile leaving the room
A radiant halo fading into the sacred day
I look into the dark but I\'m not afraid.