I could never get my head around the fact that we are all made of stardust, until I met you
And suddenly stardust wasn't enough and I was sure that you were made of fire and explosions and noise
And then I understood. I was the ash left from your firework, dust from a star that died billions of years ago in a furnace of fire and explosions and noise.
Maybe I was so tired of trying to self destruct I begged someone else to reduce me to powder
Maybe I was so tired of trying to self destruct I begged someone else to help me
And now I am a phoenix
I will rise from the ashes
And you will only ever be a concept, without substance
Fire is only a concept, without substance
