I took the scissors And cut holes in my favourite top Hoping that something would happen I felt the steel on my skin But there was no blood What a useless, a useless weapon. I stepped on the tram for one stop To that night's club, Where the gig was about to begin. I'm on stage, people staring At my wicked weary top They didn't know what I was missing. You, you, oh, oh, You, you, oh, oh... The clapping and screaming is over I'm home alone But it's still in my head, so alive So I try not to wait for a sign from you I switch off the phone But I hear a taxi arrive And there was You, you, oh, oh, You, you, you, oh... You...