Straight Lines

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