Lyrics
Are closer than they appear, am i alive or am i that which doesn t die Cygne, it s hard to tell the two apart perched on the pyre
Am i the tears or the rain or am i just too late, the reflections or designs
Am i the phoenix or the fire, and still it isn t clear
And still it isn t clear, am i alive or am i that which doesn t die Phoenix, the etchings or the lines
Am i the blood or the taste, these objects in the mirror, am i alive or am i that which doesn t die
It s hard to tell the two apart perched on the pyre, the smoke or the sky
The secret or the smile, the objects in the mirror, the smoke or the sky
The objects in the mirror, are closer than they appear, the obsession or the time
Am i the tears or the rain or am i just too late, it s hard to tell the two apart perched on the pyre
the objects in the mirror
the etchings or the lines
i can t decide
are closer than they appear
The obsession or the time, the obsession or the time, am i the tears or the rain or am i just too late
The secret or the smile, and still it isn t clear
Am i the apple or the eye, the secret or the smile
am i the apple or the eye
The echo or the cry, and still it isn t clear, the fog or the light or the ocean blowing by
The reflections or designs, am i the apple or the eye Cygne, the phoenix or the fire
these objects in the mirror
the questions or the mind
The fog or the light or the ocean blowing by, am i the tears or the rain or am i just too late
The smoke or the sky, these objects in the mirror, the smoke or the sky
These objects in the mirror, are closer than they appear
am i the hand or the blade
am i the tears or the rain or am i just too late
The objects in the mirror, the echo or the cry
And still it isn t clear, am i the trickle or the ache
am i the hand or the blade
The phoenix or the fire, who is really here Phoenix, the questions or the mind
The secret or the smile, am i the hand or the blade Cygne, am i the apple or the eye
Are closer than they appear, are closer than they appear, it s hard to tell the two apart perched on the pyre
the smoke or the sky
The secret or the smile, the phoenix or the fire Phoenix, am i the trickle or the ache
am i the apple or the eye
Am i the man or the gaze, am i the phoenix or the fire
Are closer than they appear, these objects in the mirror
Are closer than they appear, am i the hand or the blade Phoenix, am i the hand or the blade
are closer than they appear
who is really here
Am i vain because i contemplate, the questions or the mind
the fog or the light or the ocean blowing by
The reflections or designs, who is really here Cygne, the objects in the mirror
Are closer than they appear, who is really here Phoenix, am i the phoenix or the fire
am i the tears or the rain or am i just too late
The questions or the mind, the phoenix or the fire, the reflections or designs
It s hard to tell the two apart perched on the pyre, who is really here, am i the blood or the taste
The obsession or the time, the smoke or the sky, i can t decide
am i the phoenix or the fire
Am i the blood or the taste, i can t decide
Am i the hand or the blade, am i vain because i contemplate
i can t decide
the etchings or the lines
are closer than they appear
The fog or the light or the ocean blowing by, am i the hand or the blade, these objects in the mirror
the smoke or the sky
Are closer than they appear, am i the tears or the rain or am i just too late
Am i the blood or the taste, the etchings or the lines