the ballad of a blue phoenix
Tip top ready for the sky, and I'm tip top ready to go,go,go; Stick stop blue you're only shifting in the same old shape you always do -- and I'm tick tock ready to go. You don't know how long I've been, watching the lantern dim, starved of oxygen. These days, I'm changing all my strings. I'm gonna write you a letter, I'm gonna write you a book; in the ABC of growing up -- now's a bad a time as any.
Yeah you got the weight of the world coming down like a mother’s eye and all that you can give is a cold goodbye. God knows you put your life in two a times and it's both cradled you and crushed. But now it's time to make your own demands - Whoa.
(Had enough of crying when she’s happy and smiling when she’s sad.)
Sometimes the hardest thing and the right thing are the same. So if I decide to waiver my chance to be one of the hive, will I choose water over wine and hold my own and drive? Lately I'm beginning to find that when I drive myself my light is found. And I'm high enough from all the waiting to ride a wave on your inhaling.
Now you only dream in peaceful blue, the morning doesn't even scare you anymore. You are a phoenix with your feathers still a little wet - baby, the ashes just look pretty on your eyes. If you want it, come and get it for crying out loud.
(Her eyes, that's where hope lies. That's where blue skies meet the sunrise.)
Here it comes now, wish me luck.
This is your life, is it everything you dreamed that it would be.
Yeah you got the weight of the world coming down like a mother’s eye and all that you can give is a cold goodbye. God knows you put your life in two a times and it's both cradled you and crushed. But now it's time to make your own demands - Whoa.
(Had enough of crying when she’s happy and smiling when she’s sad.)
Sometimes the hardest thing and the right thing are the same. So if I decide to waiver my chance to be one of the hive, will I choose water over wine and hold my own and drive? Lately I'm beginning to find that when I drive myself my light is found. And I'm high enough from all the waiting to ride a wave on your inhaling.
Now you only dream in peaceful blue, the morning doesn't even scare you anymore. You are a phoenix with your feathers still a little wet - baby, the ashes just look pretty on your eyes. If you want it, come and get it for crying out loud.
(Her eyes, that's where hope lies. That's where blue skies meet the sunrise.)
Here it comes now, wish me luck.
This is your life, is it everything you dreamed that it would be.