The Style Council
The Style Council - The Piccadilly Trail songtekst
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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