Are now on her wooden floor
The face of a woman finally alone
She's growing straight lines where once were flowers
She won't need them any more, any more, any more
Behind straight lines
She wants to cut through the circles, that she has lived in before
But there's a sound across the alley
Those soft golden lights in the morning
And you can see, if you look in her window
Any more, any more, any more
She is streamlined she is taking the shade down from the light
Straight lines
Behind straight lines
And you can see, if you look in her window
The wind has swept them through the apartment
She's cut down on her lovers
That she has gone and cut her hair again
In straight lines
Straight lines
To see the straight lines
Though she still dreams of them at night
Of cold metal too close to the bone
She wants to finally kill the delusions, she won't need them
Straight lines
