She's got a bloodshot soul, she lives out in the suburbs somewhere   She cries herself to sleep to drown the sound of time unravelling    She's in love with a ghost, some geeky cyberspace messiah    She wears her hair in braids   She watches dusk descend on churchyards    She scribbles stuff about dreams, moonbeams and neon    It's a crimson razorblade dawn and time sings tunes in the fire      When she was a girl, she liked to watch the stars come out    Standing still as a cenotaph, watching the stars come out   She'd ride her bike home in the dark, the night smelled of the ditches      It's the way of the world