Al the good things hadn't made sense in a long time Every day, cut away You find yourself searching for it The wings that he made, to save you from crete Yeah, he made time Never looking back Never could give a damn of where you've been When it was time, you didn't take much convincing You flew Through the window And god, I know How good it felt to be someone else But you couldn't take it How could you be so complacent All this wax and string And melted beans You went down Down You went down Free as a bird, you wanted to be like them Ceci n'est pas une pipe Desire was not you're friend He warned you But you didn't listen then Look at that view Hot ash settled in the sand Watched you fumble for the reigns Lamenting every second of your quinze of fame You called his name But you only has yourself to blame You flew Through the window And god, I know How good it felt to be someone else But you couldn't take it How could you be so complacent All this wax and string And melted beans You went down Down You went down You flew Through the window And god, I know How good it felt to be someone else