Tell me a story angel, of your confessions Of your obsessions with this life They all expect you to find them But don't pretend to care So put some wind in your hair If you like You're more beautiful now than you've ever been You've ridden from afar on your hidden star and back again
You dance your dance in grateful sadness Through liquid storms And climbed your hill You're more than a woman, more than a song More than the reason I carry on Even still
You're more beautiful now than you've ever been You've ridden from afar on your hidden star And back again You've ridden from afar on your hidden star And back again