The voices were always her own They whispered to her through the ages They drove insane poor Nelly Jones But the truth was she made her own cages To keep her head clear, she courted the flame While her pale flesh would sear Well, there’d be only one voice to blame
And the bird from the ashes has flown Away with the only true thing she had known “Take matters into your own hands And they’ll leave you alone” One name on the grave dug for poor Nelly Jones
They said that she kept to herself But her head was a room full of strangers To drink and to sleep didn’t help But the truth was she made her own danger So tiny and red, lined up in row upon row In a box by her bed ‘Til the morning sky filled with their smoke
And the bird from the ashes has flown Away with the only true thing she had known “Take matters into your own hands And they’ll leave you alone” One name on the grave dug for poor Nelly Jones
She was never alone, never in silence It drove her to matches, drove her to violence The voices made Nelly her own private victim But she wouldn’t have told you Even if they’d let her keep living...
Go on now, you know this is The way you always wanted it The fire and the phoenix The only thing to come from all the Painful scars of your own touch
A single spark, never enough And the bird from the ashes has flown Away with the only true thing she had known “Take matters into your own hands And they’ll leave you alone” One name on the grave dug for poor Nelly Jones