The Piccadilly Trail - 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 youd be a friend

Now Im 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 Im so scared that your reveal whats mine

The trail, you led me down

Betrayal, you let me down

The trail, Im so ashamed of you

Now Im so scared of the weeks ahead

From the silence

Im 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 Im so scared of the years ahead