Scissors Songtext
von Peter Hammill

A figure by the traffic lights
Face washed out in the rain
She′s here once more to make her nightly stand
For love and pain
Her story written on her face
Reading between the lines
Still private in this public place
She's carefully designed

Her open secret
A little secret all her own
A little secret all her own


Relying on their charity
To feed and clothe her kids
She holds a card out
To the drivers behind

It′s safely hidden
Her little secret
For their eyes alone
A secret for their eyes alone

But she only needs a moment of weakness
Window wound down just a crack
And she'll explode with all that pent up stuff inside her
And attack
With her scissors
And open secret

Secret scissors
Secret for their eyes alone
Sharpened scissors
Sharpened for their eyes