Kipas Di Atas Pasir

Verse 1

Wood smoke drifts high

Silk fans snap against the burning sky

A sharp silver bow

Across the ancient grain where sand winds blow

Pre-Chorus

Patterns on the tile

Grace in every smile

Watch the circle turn

Chorus

Feathers of the phoenix in her hand

Feathers of the phoenix in her hand

The master pulls a prayer from the wire

The master pulls a prayer from the wire

Verse 2

Dust devils spin

Canvas stretched across a frame of tin

Tapping out a beat

Heels that clatter on the limestone street

Pre-Chorus

Patterns on the tile

Grace in every smile

Watch the circle turn

Chorus

Feathers of the phoenix in her hand

Feathers of the phoenix in her hand

The master pulls a prayer from the wire

The master pulls a prayer from the wire

Bridge

Twisting low

Rising slow

Falling to the rhythm that they know

Chorus

Feathers of the phoenix in her hand

Feathers of the phoenix in her hand

The master pulls a prayer from the wire

The master pulls a prayer from the wire

Feathers of the phoenix in her hand

Feathers of the phoenix in her hand