Artist: the style council
Song: the piccadilly trail
What you asked for is what I gave
No questions stopped at and nothin' saved
From my scarcity of presence to my rarely seen bed
I took you in hopin' 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 etchin' 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 fadin' 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 one's I close
And I'm so scared of the years ahead
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
The trail
The trail
The trail
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