Have you ever heard the wings of a Phoenix burning in the cold?
Have you ever heard the rain come down steaming every drop on her face?
Have you ever heard the Phoenix sing rebirth songs in the cold son?
Have you ever seen the bird a blaze, flying with the sun.

Flying with the sun
Flying with the sun

Have you seen the ashes of her wake?
As she is due to rise again.
Have you seen the way she brings life back into a man's dying eyes?
Have you ever seen the phenomenon she makes just cause your in her life?

I called off to a man once who taught me about her ideals of love.

Asked for her name and when will the time come?

He said her name isn't for all to share but look into the flame,
the circle above.

Her Love rises and sets the same, now forever for everyone.

Her love is the only thing to remain.

Have you ever heard the wings of a Phoenix breaking sound?
You can hear her way, like the beating of a thousand drums.
Have you ever heard of a day a Phoenix doesn't return strong?

I cried out to the man, how long must I wait?
I have done all I can and patience isn't my strength.
The man gripped me with his sight shaking coal and brimstone from the sky.

He said 20 years or more and that could be more than a lifetime.
He said 20 years or more and that could be more than a lifetime.

Have you ever seen the blaze of a burning bird at night?
Have you ever seen her flame, can you imagine it could subside?
Let's cut the power before the day breaks and throw ashes into the wind and see her rise,
and fly one last time.  

And fly one last time.