©1999 Steve Fenton

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.