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