The phoenix is dying    The flames that revive her are dead    And the freedom of flying    Is pushing us too far ahead    But it’s no use in crying    The tears have long since been shed    And the sunsets behind us    Can only remind us    Of sentences yet to be read       We must always remember    The faces that line our rooms    Are the last dying embers    Of people we left in their tombs    But we couldn’t condemn their    Pathetic attempts to consume us    So we just had to leave them    As the ground underneath them    Grinned widely predicting their dooms       The time is arriving    When lovers will call out your name    And the con-men are striving    To infiltrate into your game    And they know you’re surviving    And they know you’re remaining the same    As we look to each other    Like sister to brother    And our happiness bursts into flame       Now the beckoning finger    That calls you and I to our fate    Is still screaming don’t linger    Your questions may prove too late    And the one lonesome singer    Who’s years have been sadness and hate    Has gone with her lover    To find things above her    And resume life at some later date    Has gone with her lover    To find things above her    And resume life at some later date