Из альбома: Postcards on Hearstrings

The phoenix glides
Sees the sun
Thought he was the only one
To grace the shores
In ash that’s sunk
Reflections do not show what you’ll become

You said, perfection can’t be modified
Well you’ve changed too much to recognise
You’ll have to burn again
Like the phoenix we’ll start again

Your golden grasp
Comes undone
Thought you were, the only one
To hold a fist
A vibrant line
Reflections do not stay with you in time

You said, perfection can’t be modified
Well you’ve changed too much to recognise
You’ll have to burn again
Like the phoenix we’ll start again

You’re frail, no seer
There’s no such thing as the future
Your eyes shine in tears

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