Her mother said that she couldn't love
The physical way a woman should
Then where else could she go?
Where the sisters and the fathers can't save her soul

Send them in, see them on
She can't find a lover, she'll fashion one
Imaginary men
Like the burned out poets in the hinterland

The phoenix says,
The devil says,
The serpent says,
The siren says,
Why use the word, when the word means the beast?
Why use the word, when the word means the beast?

The hourglass sees what shelf life does
She asked, exactly tell me
"What is love but grieving life alone?"
Just the words from prophets and religious shows

Imagine hurt, imagine tears
She opened up until she disappeared
Vanished, hand in hand,
With all the long-lost children locked in Neverland

The phoenix says,
The devil says,
The serpent says,
The siren says,
Why use the word, when the word means the beast?
Why use the word, when the word means the beast?

The phoenix says
The devil says
The serpent says
The siren says

Oh, the phoenix says
Burn for me
The Devil says
Lie for me
The serpent says
Beg for me
The siren says
Die for me

Oh, the phoenix says
Burn for me
The Devil says
Lie for me
The serpent says
Beg for me
The siren says
Die for me

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): CHRIS CORNER, IAN PICKERING, LIAM COVERDALE-HOWE, SUZANNE POWELL