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 don'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