You came to watch the band
to see us play our parts
We hoped you'd lend an ear,
You hope we dress like tarts
But back stage we stand naked
All the make-up cleaned away,
My poet sheds his pretty skin
And turns to face the day
And there's nothing to be done,
No nothing to be said,
Last night I felt immortal
This morning I feel dead
And the love
That gave its blaze to my heart,
Now brings a haze
Be careful...I'm an axe victim,
Hung up on these silver strings,
Like wings,
Like time machines...
Like voices on the winds
We hit the road to Hull,
Sad amps and smashed guitars,
Played badly at 'The Duke' to almost
no applause...
But someone made it worthwhile
When shining with bright eyes,
They gave me full attention
And took me by surprise...
But today the feeling's gone.
No, faded like a ghost,
Last night I saw the future,
This morning there's no hope
And the words that I sung so clear
Are now clouded
By my tears
Please be careful
I'm an axe victim,
Hung up on these silver strings,
Like sails,
Like seagulls cries...
Like churchbells in the night...