Phoenix me, catch me on fire, and give me wings
Phoenix me, I'll be your imaginations incarnation in a disarray
While you wear your beige tanned sunglasses under the beige tanned suns you dance under all day
Something beautiful about the way the sun rippled in the water, and you saw your feelings before you in the window of the East-Bridge Kanteen Diner
You tried to run away, but your papers were falling out of your binder
And I was their asking you for another life in the reflection of your dead cold head fold blinders
Somewhere your dreams go to escape what your eyes see
And there I was seeing me through you, and feeling what it was like to be inside of your head and your hair, and your body too
But that's why I could never be with you
Because dreams are too inexplicably beautiful to understand
They're too beautiful to allow me to get through, all the way back through to you
Phoenix me, inside of you, reincarnate me through the feelings you saw in the reflection on the window of the East-Bridge Kanteen Diner too.