phoenix is a bird that flies across the riverlines.  
never could I reach his wings couldn’t catch him with my eyes.
like an idol in a pictureframe, there are boundaries all around.
I just hold on to the ground.

the big distance between earth and sky, the air I cannot clear away.
and the space that’s between me and you, there’s no place for us to stay.
all the rusty bridges that we built, put my foot down on some mines.
I just hold on to the signs.

can feel the river’s running, like a deep ocean under my skin.
I can see the story’s ending, in a big circle where it began.

but feelings are not the same, as the feeling when it began.
I always tried to reach the desire, get the feeling higher than high.
now you’re down on your knees and you beg me to beg you please,
oh, please.

know a dream for us to hide of, all the tears we never cried.
know a dusty street behind the field, that was shining oh so bright.
know the title of a story’s end, where the last phrase is no rhyme.
I just hold on to the time.