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 church bells in the night