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