This girl is a stencil of a brushstroke in the rain   She's a ghost of the city, she's a body through the windscreen   This girl is the snowfall where the spring should have been   She's the stains on the pages of a top shelf magazine   This girl is a black eye, she's a bruise on your knee   She's the ashes of the people that you really meant to be   This girl's the resurrection, she's the comeback   She's the absinthe and whiskey, she is poetry and Prozac      This girl is taking bets, this girl's a silhouette, can't you see?      This girl is the flutter of fake lashes in the mirror   She's a ragged edged fedora or a Spanish souvenir   This girl is the clean cut, she's the frozen ground   She's a knife drawn down the side street when there's no-one else around      This girl's a forged ticket to a Lloyd Webber show   She's the far end of the graveyard up where the nettles grow   This girl is the rainbow in the dewy eyed stares   She's the name tag on the toe of your long dead love affairs      This girl is taking bets, this girl's a silhouette, can't you see?   This girl is taking bets, this girl's a silhouette, can't you see?      This girl is the wild smile, the icy stare   She's the crackle of the static, she's the curses, she's the prayers   This girl is the junkie in the children's matinee   She's the 4 minute warning, she is hell to pay      This girl is the plunge pool she is cocaine and Kodak   Now she's out setting sail on the ocean of the soundtrack   This girl is the shaking hand, the rattling cup   With a button and a note saying things are looking up