The Piccadilly Trail — текст песни (The Style Council)

What you asked for is what I gave
No questions stopped at and nothing saved
From my scarcity of presence to my rarely seen bed
I took you in hoping that you`d be a friend
Now I`m so scared of the weeks ahead
What I dreamed of I saw in you
I needed someone that I could trust too
But you smashed down all my faith with your callous lies
From the etching of daybreak to the canvas of moonlight
And now I`m so scared that your reveal what`s mine

The trail, you led me down
Betrayal, you let me down
The trail, I`m so ashamed of you
Now I`m so scared of the weeks ahead

From the silence
I`m lost here in my lonely room
Tears are what brought you
Now you brought gloom
In the fading light of sun
I hear my empty heart bloom
Can you ever explain your need to cause me pain

I hear the whispers in the Soho Cafes
The poison gossip of the 10 `p` arcades
Of looks and the stares of those who know
Now their hateful eyes are the ones I close
And I`m so scared of the years ahead