Her mother said that she couldn’t love The physical way a woman should Then where else could she could go Where the sisters and the fathers can’t save her soul Send them in, see them on If she can’t find a lover she'll fashion one Imaginary men, like the burnt out poets in the hinterland
The phoenix says The doublet says The serpent says The siren says
Why use the word, when the word it means to believe
The Hourglass sees What shelf-life does She asked exactly: Tell me what is love? (But breathing life alone-?) (It's just the words from a prophet, town religious shows-?) Imagine hurt, imagine tears She opened up until she disappeared And vanished hand in hand With all the long lost children locked in Neverland