Tell me a story, angel of your confession
Your obsession with this life
They all expect you to fly high now
You don't pretend to care
Just put some wind in your hair
You're more beautiful now
On your heels, staring back again
You danced your dance through
You're more than a woman, more than a song,
more than the reason that I carry on, even
You're more beautiful now,
You've written from afar on
your hidden star magazine
Tell me a story, angel, of your confession
Your obsession with this life
They all expect you to fly high now
You don't pretend to care
Just put some wind in your hair
You're more beautiful now
You've ridden from afar on your
hidden star and back again
You're more beautiful now than
You've written from afar,
your hands, starting back again
