The Widowers - JFC Lyrics

Young boy is amazed by the power of flight
Young boy is grinning at his flapping wings
Young boy he thinks he'll grab the sun
Young boy's dreams are fiction
Ye still thinks he's an eagle

Yaddy daddy daedalus he's never there
Yilled himself, a hurricane of shame
Momma and minos, you know they tried
Young boy melts wax wings to his back
Ye still thinks he's an eagle

The sunshine was special on his fingertips
He braced himself, felt it on his lips
And the feathers tore away
Meanwhile kids back home
Stared at the sky
Always knew what he didn't
Always knew
He could never, ever
He could never, ever
Fly
Fly
Fly
Fly