Bastille - Icarus . Look who's digging their own grave That is what they all say You'll drink yourself to death . Look who 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 winds around you . Icarus is flying too close to the sun And Icarus's life, it has only just begun It's just begun . Standing on the cliff face Highest foe 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 winds around you . Icarus is flying too close to the sun And Icarus's life, it ha编辑于2008/05/24更新