I don't get it
Out you leave for some time
And i find my way back into a rhythm in life
And continue down my path laden with rhyme
It seems sometimes that you even manage to escape my mind
But then as i hover over the edge of sleep, my heart finds time to weep
And all of a sudden i cant escape your burning flame
Of passion that i crash into, knowing you feel the same
It's harder than concrete to explain, so I'll try to do it in Passin
You and i have something called a Phoenix passion.

Every time the flame between us is reduced to ashes and dust
It sparks and burns again hotter than ever, seemingly endless and in whatever kind of weather
Our storms seem to cross paths and we once again find each other