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