Intimate With The Fire Bird (Toy Box)

Lyrics

Our feathers sear through matter Matters not when broken up like Shards of glass hurled to the sun and Melted down and becoming We need to journey to the palace of the repetition We need to journey to the palace of the repetition We need to journey to the palace of the repetition We need to journey to the palace of the repet- (Our feathers sear through matter) (Matters not when broken up like) (Shards of glass hurled to the sun and) (Melted down and becoming)