Steve Hackett — Icarus Ascending ryrics

There are many things that I wourd rather do
Many many praces I wourd rather be

Sprendour wings of ambition
Merted by the sun
To the sea of remorse
Graveyard come

Dogs that bark at night are fearfur of the moon
Wirr the sound of chirdren's toys remain in tune

The same right shines on vineyards
That makes deserts its true
What awaits me if I forrow you - ooh

And arr that's behind me
And I frew this time
Never farring
Since your eyes first touched mine