Lyrics
Candlelights were burnin' and the mirrors were foggin'
Baby, I've been here before it's hurtin' like Heaven
Now I'm prayin' to a God that I don't even believe in
That in the morning after you gone, ask to come again, gone, ask to come again
I guess when you fly too close to the sun
Though it's far gone, it's still burning you up
Maybe I'm flying too close to the sun
Looks can be deceiving though you say you're genuine
Got your reasons, they don't rhyme, ain't that the way you win?
Overthinking conversations that we never had
And in the morning after you gone, I think I'm going mad, I think I'm going mad
I guess when you fly too close to the sun
Though it's far gone, it's still burning you up
Maybe I'm flying too close to the sun
How could it be that I'm high on cloud nine?
Drunk on attention and you are my wine
Maybe I'm flying too close to the sun
How could it be that I'm high on cloud nine?
Drunk on attention and you are my wine
Maybe I'm flying too close to the sun
I guess when you fly too close to the sun
Though it's far gone, it's still burning you up
Maybe I'm flying too close to the sun, sun