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Winter White

Winter white, candlelight
Snowflakes dancing outside
Stockings high above the fire
Hearts are melting like ice

I know it's Christmas when tradition fills our home

Winter white, hold me tight
The air is as cold as frostbite
Twinkling lights, the star is bright
Shining down on our smiles

I know it's Christmas when tradition fills our home
I know it's Christmas when the kitchen smells like warmth
I know it's Christmas when we listen to carols play 
I know it's Christmas when I hear my family say
"Happy Holidays"
​



​Evergreen

December, it never lasts long enough
The embers of fire turn to dust
As we untangle the last of the year

I hold you like a lamb in the snow
To get through bitter white cold
Your hands inside the pockets of my coat

Like the forest on the coast, blanketed in snow
We are, we are Evergreen

The mantel, covered in Holiday cheer
And candles, and empty bottles of beer
I put on my best dress for you

We answer questions about our jobs
And dance around to 'Deck the Halls'
And laugh about all the resolutions that we lost

Like the pine trees on the mountain whispering sweet sound
We are, we are Evergreen

Christmas, all warm and fuzzy inside
The gift of being reminded of all that we have
The life that is left to live

Like the forest on the coast, blanketed in snow
​We are, we are Evergreen
Salt

I walked away
But you took my hand and asked me to stay
The dust was clear
But we locked eyes and you drew me near 

And the salt on your breath
Like the first night we met 
A bitter taste laced with the good parts of our love 
Reminding myself to forget the rest

The morning was cold
I still had all your things, so I sold them
Smoke lingered on my neck
But I put you out with my last cigarette

And the salt on your breath
Like the first night we met 
A bitter taste laced with the good parts of our love 
Reminding myself to forget the rest

​Under the Light

Under the light of surrender
Been up all night beside this contender
Persuasiveness is your gift
Can't stand your tone crawling in my skin

Vermillion vines breach my walls
I'm stepping in after all
They draw old chapters on the ceiling
But I've grown past that, they have no meaning

I'm leaving
I'm leaving
I'm leaving
I'm leaving
I'm leaving

They draw no meaning
I'm stepping in
​Defeat

I've made a friend out of Defeat
He's got a sense of humor
But his sarcasm sinks deep

​The lights are low but I can't sleep
Every time I shut my eyes
He shows up in my dreams

That old Defeat
My friend, Defeat

I've made a friend out of the road
But can't seem to find my worth
Around it's twists and turns

Another stick, another stone
I've made maps of all these bruises
But still no broken bones

From that old Defeat
My friend, Defeat

No matter how hard I try
These mountains leer and loom
No matter how long I wait
Still no blue skies in view
Defeat has got me sitting
In the corner of the room
Counting all my blessings
On the soles of my shoes

I've made a friend out of Defeat
He keeps me on my toes
Then he knocks me to my knees

I may bruise but I don't bleed
'Cause little does he know
I'm stronger than my weakness

That old Defeat
My friend, Defeat
No matter how hard I try
These mountains leer and loom
No matter how long I wait
Still no blue skies in view
Defeat has got me sitting
In the corner of the room
Counting all my blessings
On the soles of my shoes

That old Defeat
My friend, Defeat


​Greatness

It's hard to turn the TV on 
When every channel shows you scars
And it's hard to feel safe these days
When you can't walk after dark

'Cause there are guns in the hands of ones who can't stand
On their own two feet
Holes in the shoes of those without food
Resting their heads on the street
And he's calling the shots, counting the thread
In his ten thousand dollar suit
Talking 'bout Greatness as if he's even got a clue
Talking 'bout Greatness as if he could give it to you

It's hard to trust the ones you love
When all you know are lies
And it's hard to feel good enough
When you can't make a dime

'Cause there's gold at the bank but still no spare change
For the ones with coffee cups
There's hatred at church, a word I've never heard
Expressed in the house of God
If this country were free
Then why would he make my choice for me
Talking 'bout Greatness, cause that's what we want him to do
Talking 'bout Greatness as if he could give it to you

Look with your eyes, not with your pride

Look with your eyes, not with your pride
Look with your eyes, not with your pride
Look with your eyes, not with your pride
Look with your eyes, not with your pride

Look with your eyes, not with your pride

'Cause we've got work to do
We've got work to do 
We've got work to do

Just Exist

I want a front porch kind of love
Plants in the living room
Barefoot dancing on the rug

I want a champagne kind of love
Laughing in the shower
Bad day flowers to cheer me up

I don't care if the teaspoons match the knives
My father told me all we've got is time
Your presence is a gift
Just exist with me

I want a fearless kind of love
Lost in the city
New beginnings, ancient souls

I want a playground kind of love
Never growing old
In our twenties, but still sledding in the snow

It's alright if the walls don't match the door
As long as you're inside when I get home
Your presence is a gift
Just exist with me

Windows down
Restless hands
Circles of sunlight
Painted in the sand
The water's cold
But I'm gonna jump right in
I'm gonna jump right in

'Cause I don't need a lifejacket when I'm with you
Goosebumps and a mouthful of salt will do
Your presence is a gift
Just exist with me


Out Loud

I’m not sure just what it is about him
That makes my hair stand on end
Maybe it’s the way his eyes light up just at the sound
Of his mother’s name
 
He says he’s quitting smoking
But we both know he’s lying to himself
So he laughs and starts choking
Coughs and stomps the cigarette out
 
And I wonder to myself
‘Cause I’m just too fucking scared to say it
Out Loud
 
I’m not sure just what it is about him
That sinks me deep into the ground
Maybe it’s the way that his head shakes
When he tells stories about the good old days
Before I came around
 
He says why don’t you come over
We could put a record on
And drink until we’re sober
Let’s make mistakes while we’re still alive and young
 
And I wonder to myself
‘Cause I’m just too fucking scared to say it
Out Loud

I wanna feel his fingerprints along the nape of my neck
I wanna flirt with all the thoughts running circles round his head
Oh I’m a little tired of holding these words in
But I’ll shove them down my throat once again
Cause I’m just too fucking scared to say it Out Loud
 
I’m not sure just what it is about him
That keeps me writing songs
​Maybe it’s the tremble in his voice
As he says, “Love, tell me something I don’t know”



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