The warm, open wind on my skin Primordial, a plants glazed at me With moisture directed at me, erupts My hair fossilised with salt and crust
Allow, allow, allow, allow, allow you to grow Allow, allow, allow, allow, allow, allow (Allow, allow), allow, allow (Allow, allow) me to grow (To grow, allow, allow, to grow)
I look up at the treetops I will break those twigs together Create a cathedral ceiling above me How I long to float at midair The twig branches amongst impossible magic
It allow, allow, allow, allow, allow you to grow Allow, allow, allow, allow, allow, allow (Allow, allow), allow, allow (Allow, allow) it to happen to us (Allow, allow, allow, allow, allow, to happen, allow, allow, allow, allow)
I made a moon
A translucent one IÂŽma put it out and let it out for someone like you How mysterious I must feel to you The universe and the sky too My little phoenix When you burst out a song from my lips