You had it really good, maybe even great
And then of Eden's fruit we did partake
There was wonder, there was splendor
But there was something longing for more
Double edged daggers should lie
But pain is edge of pleasure
It's the difference between a trash and treasure
It's the feeling of thrills and the cold giving you chills
It's all so dangerous, it's all so beautiful
But Icarus knew the cost of flying too high
And now he rests where the sleeping lie
Be content and never be greedy
Even if the ache that has you needy
Drops you in a hole, kicks over the lid
Because you're going to wish the hurt was what you hid
