There's a sound
Across the alley
Touching skin
Of cold metalAnd you can see
That she has gone and cut
If you look in her window
Her hair again
In straight lines
Straight lines
Those soft golden lights in the morningAre now on her wooden floor
Any more
The wind has swept them through the apartment
She don't need them
Any more...
Any moreShe's cut down
On her lovers
Though she still dreams
Of them at nightWhere once were flowers
She's growing straight lines
She is streamlined
She is taking the shade down
From the lightTo see the straight lines
Straight linesShe wants to cut through the circles
She wants to finally kill the delusions
She won't need them
That she has lived in before
Any more
Any more
Any more...
Across the alley
But there's a sound
Of cold metal
Too close to the bone
If you look in her window
And you can see
The face of a woman
Finally aloneBehind straight lines
Straight lines