Why do I stand here getting burnt By the embers of this dying dream, When all around day it is breaking And the fire didn't help me to sleep. Maybe it's time for our swan song Or a pheonix to rise from the deep, Maybe it's time that your skin and it's charms Are consigned to the pocket full of memories I keep. Memories which come out on a rainy day And remind me that I have lived; I worked pretty hard to arrive at this day And still feel I have love to give. I could toss one more branch to the fire - My skin it still craves for the heat But I heard someone sing that a moth never knows That the bright burning candle won't make it complete And will the angels be watching If I head one time to the flames? Up late at night, cloaked by the stars, Chasing the flickering silhouette of your frame. Today I washed both my eyelids And talked with the mice and the moon. Tonight we're entwined together in my mind – I wonder do you think of me too? Maybe it's time for a swan song Or a pheonix to rise from the deep, Perhaps with a smile I could bid you farewell Then we'll head different ways down the street.