| Song | The Piccadilly Trail |
| Artist | The Style Council |
| Album | The Sound Of The Style Council |
| 作曲 : Paul Weller | |
| 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 |
| zuò qǔ : Paul Weller | |
| 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 |