What are those wings? What is that rust? What are those tattered things that make you look like Icarus?Somebody stole your fairy dust And now the weight inside your chest betrays your wonderlustSo you fall into the waves Of a thousand questions asked but none explainedAnd now all, all you can do Is to trust that I'll be waiting here to carry youI will carry you Spectators come from far away Like they have tickets to the circus on a SaturdayCaught like a child in a parade You spread your arms but when you're wounded you can't fly awaySo you fall into the waves Of a thousand questions asked but none explainedAnd now all, all you can do Is to trust that I'll be waiting here to carry youI will carry you Smoke and feathers floating through the sky Like the tears that you cryDrops of melting wax rain down like fire And you're so very tiredSo you fall into the waves Of a thousand questions asked that could never be explainedAnd now all, all you can do Is to trust that I'll be waiting here to carry you Carry youI will carry you, carry you What are those wings? What is that rust?