Have you heard
Did the word get out
Lonesome bird has been shot down
Doesn't seem right, lying dead on the ground
Feathers meant to fly falling all around
Fly
Fly
Awaken fires
Blinding lights
The cold cold ashes from the darkest nights
If you do what matters and you do what's right
Maybe make it through to the other side
Try
Try
And now I'm trying to be the phoenix
I'm trying
And now I'm trying to be the phoenix
No more looking back
No more why'd they do that
No more wounded bird
No more rumors I have heard
No more someone got the better of me
No more holding on to things that I don't need
Fly
Fly
And now I'm trying to be the phoenix
I'm trying
And now I'm trying to be the phoenix
Flying
And now I'm trying to be the phoenix
