Taken from Cicatrization
She’s got a needle full of hope, got a chair, and got a rope
she writes a special note.
‘Look at me I’m breaking free by a window by the sea’.
She’s an angel on the breeze.
She whispers to me, ‘do it again…
…do it again, do it again’.
She whispers to me.
‘Once I tried with a carving knife. I overdosed on my birthday night…
…maybe it’s time to get it right’.
Silhouette against the sky; she’s gonna teach herself to fly
with her long black hair on fire.