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