Christopher Pitcher, lone wolf with a guitar and voice to match a substance of darkness and light.
Lyrics
And so we hold our hands,
In search for the end.
And so we wait,
For our ashes to waste.
We are the phoenixes,
We are wings that will rise above.
We will rise and soar below the world,
High above the soil.
And we hold our hands,
In search for the end.
And we watch as the world,
Crumbles to ash.
And we watch our wings,
Spread all wide and rise above.
And we sing as we soar,
Above the world, below the fire,
Below the pyre.
And so we wait,
How long must be surrender?
This home at the end of the mountains,
At the highest peak of hell.
And the clouds that hide our fortress,
Shall lead us to our home.
That will hope and give us faith,
Faith of the end.
And we hold our hands,
In search for the end.
And we watch our wings,
Spread all wide and sing.
And through the ashes we will fly,
And above the fire in pyre.
It leaves me open to see you here,
And my nightmares will turn to fear.
There’s a dream in my somber,
There’s darkness in light.
Can you save me forever?
As I save you from the blight.
Can you help me?
And I grow.
Can you save me?
When I fall.
Can you catch me?
When I die.
Can you heal my wings?
And try.
In the pyre we hold our hands,
In search for the end.
In the pyre we watch our wings,
Spread wide and watch us sing.
In the pyre we watch the world,
Crumble to ashes as we fall.
In the pyre that keeps us living,
Will surrender when we breathe.
The pyre…
You know it’s not my way,
The fires in my lungs.
Sweep the ashes off of me,
And I’ll sweep them off of you, forever.
And we hold our hands,
In search for the end.
And we watch as our world,
Crumbles to ash.
And we watch our wings,
Spread all wide as they all sing.
And we’re the phoenixes of life,
Can you help us fly?
