Britt Wilson - Co-Pilot Icarus Lyrics

What you got in your pocket
Is that a bottle rocket
Or you just happy to see me
What you got on your mind
I'm trying hard to find
Someone to do good things to me
I've been keeping an eye out
Trying to fly high to the sky now
I'm a simple girl
Don't need picket fences
Cul-de-sacs or charming princes
Just take me out of this world
T-minus
Five, four, three, two
One
Fly to the sun
Ride me high 'til the day is done
My lessons learned
Are when I get burned
Let's work to get the third degree earned
I need my education
A cosmic head vacation
Come on, let's go
I'm sick of this
I need a co-pilot Icarus
Blast off
I've got a nasty habit
If it's out of reach I wanna grab it
Just what keeps me in orbit
Cruise on the outer rim
Asteroids getting grim
I always pay dearly for it
Got my head in the clouds
Number nine ain't a friend of mine now
I'm a simple girl
Don't need flowered curtains
Kitchen tables or stable certainty
Just get me out of this world
T-minus
Five, four, three, two
One
Fly to the sun
Ride me high 'til the day is done
My lessons learned
Are when I get burned
Let's work to get the third degree earned
I need my education
A cosmic head vacation
Come on, let's go
I'm sick of this
I need a co-pilot Icarus
T-minus
Five, four, three, two
One
Fly to the sun
Ride me high 'til the day is done
My lessons learned
Are when I get burned
Let's work to get the third degree earned
I need my education
A cosmic head vacation
Scars for my constellation
Let's go
I'm sick of this
I need a co-pilot Icarus
I mean a co-pilot Icarus
I need my co-pilot Icarus