Suzanne Vega Follow

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 won'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
Behind straight lines
Straight lines