Can The Phoenix Rise

Silent, like the empty moon at dawn A secret of the night is born You smile; but still your eyes say it all Burned, moths are flapping round the flame This hunger that no light can claim We're blind, but still, the fire remains Can you and I survive Can you and I go on believing? Can the phoenix rise Can the earth go on receiving? The ashes of your scorn, still smouldering Wander, through an empty hall of Kings Until you hear the sound of wings I'm flying, there's something driving me on They cut you down to size, Still you play with fire and wonder Can the phoenix rise Smiling as they drag you under The ashes of your scorn still smouldering King Harold caught an arrow Died without a single cry Attrition is a cur Lapping at the wounded eye Someday, if your key will fit my door And maybe when we're tired and sore We'll talk some, about the days that we knew Can you and I survive Can you and I go on believing? Can the phoenix rise Can the world go on receiving? Can you and I survive Can you and I go on believing? Can the phoenix rise Can the earth go on receiving?