Rose Solitude from Lyon by Svea Lyon

You rose from the ashes like a phoenix. Feathers like fire. I was yellow with desire. You rose from the ashes like a phoenix. If you're a bird, than I'm a dove. I'm a dove perched in a war zone. We don't belong here. We don't belong.

But, if you fly away, will I get left behind? With the rubble, and pain? Yeah, if you're gonna fly away will I follow or will my wings be too heavy to migrate?

And heavy is the head that wears a daisy chain, you know, acting this nice drives me insane. And I can't sleep, won't eat, left wondering, is there a phoenix in me?

So, if you fly away, will I get left behind? With the rubble, and pain? Yeah, if you're gonna fly away will I follow or will my wings be too heavy to migrate?

You rose from the ashes like a phoenix, glittering and great. I was off rolling down a hill, rolling after all my mistakes. You're a phoenix who's risen from the ashes, and I'm a dove stuck in the rubble. I'm a dove infatuated with trouble.

And I'm rolling, I'm rolling down a hill. The blood of my memories, fresher than strawberries, and I'm rolling, rolling. And it feels like rose solitude. Thank you my darling for living your truth. Rose, rose, rose, solitude. There is no me and you.

• Pop
• female singersongwriter
• female vocals
• singer songwriter
• singer-songwriter
• Albuquerque