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