Phoenix

Cibelle

Help me, I'm falling down
Help me, I'm falling
down the stair
Of my thoughts, my heart
Help, I'm slipping down
Help me

I'm slipping down, I
feel my skin dry
Miles away they could be rebirth
They could become a cloud
They could be anyhow
Just a small portion of
the ocean, so...

Give me something
softer cautionly
Give me some
feathers so that
I can stop it and
glide
And glide up
Like a little birds and glide up

Like an eagle
With gigantic wings
Master the winds of change
Master the winds
Reborn again
Like a phoenix

So help me
Help me, I'm gonna fly
Help me
Help me, I'm gonna fly so high
Like a phoenix
Born again like a phoenix
Born again like a phoenix
Born again