There's a sound across the alley

Of cold metal touching skin

And you can see, if you look in her window

That she has gone and cut her hair again In straight lines

Straight lines Those soft golden lights in the morning

Are now on her wooden floor

The wind has swept them through the apartment

She won't need them any more, any more, any more She's cut down on her lovers

Though she still dreams of them at night

She's growing straight lines where once were flowers

She is streamlined she is taking the shade down from the light To see the straight lines

Straight lines She wants to cut through the circles, that she has lived in before

She wants to finally kill the delusions, she won't need them

Any more, any more, any more But there's a sound across the alley

Of cold metal too close to the bone

And you can see, if you look in her window

The face of a woman finally alone Behind straight lines

Straight lines

Behind straight lines

Straight lines