Style Council The Piccadilly Trail текст песни, слова песни The Piccadilly Trail Style Council
Style Council - The Piccadilly Trail
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
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