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