The older you get, the less people ask
How you're doing?
I guess we're all doing our best
But I'll ask how you are until I'm old and I'm grey
Til I'm out of breath, blue in the face
Out of breath, blue in the face
And I am no Icarus, silhouette song
And I am no Orpheus, I am no one
But I'll play you a song, fly as I can
The hotter the burn, the better the man
The hotter the burn, the better the man
The older you get
Less you let go
When the rougher the love, then the harder the blow
But I'll love who you are until I'm old and I'm grey
Until I'm out of breath blue in the face
Out of breath blue in the face
And I am no Icarus, silhouette song
And I am no Orpheus, I am no one
But I'll play you a song, fly as I can
The hotter the burn, the better the man
The hotter the burn, the better the man