Phoenix Songtext
von Cygne

Am I the phoenix or the fire, I can′t decide
It's hard to tell the two apart perched on the pyre

Am I the apple or the eye, what you seek or what you find
Am I alive or am I that which doesn′t die

The objects in the mirror
Are closer than they appear

Am I the man or the gaze, am I the hand or the blade
Am I the tears or the rain or am I just too late

Am I the blood or the taste, am I the trickle or the ache
Am I vain because I contemplate


These objects in the mirror
Are closer than they appear

These objects in the mirror
Are closer than they appear
And still it isn't clear
Who is really here

The phoenix or the fire, the smoke or the sky
The fog or the light or the ocean blowing by

The secret or the smile, the echo or the cry
The etchings or the lines
The reflections or designs
The obsession or the time
The questions or the mind