Tell me a story, angel, of your confession Your obsession with this life They all expect you to fly now You don't pretend to care Just put some wind in your hair If you like... 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 danced your dance through graceful 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 Tell me a story, angel, of your confession Your obsession with this life They all expect you to fly now You don't pretend to care Just put some wind in your hair If you like, if you like