you came to watch the band to see us play our parts we hoped you d lend an ear you hoped we d 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 cause 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 home sad amps and smashed guitars played badly at the duke to almost no applause but someone made it worthwhile when smiling with bright eyes they gave me full attention and took me by surprise today the feeling s gone it 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 cause i m an axe victim hung up on these silver strings like sails like seagull s cries like churchbells in the night