Piccadilly Circus
Piccadilly Circus in the bed of night
Just passing time beneath the lights
Up in town and all alone
Got no business so minds his own
The hotel room is lonely and cold
He might as well go for a stroll
Idly looking in a hi-fi shop
Footsteps, a chuckle and one hard slap
And they didn't even see his face
See him flinch or hear him groan
They didn't even see his eyes
One mean blow and on they ran
He put his fingers to his side
And felt his flesh was open wide
He felt the rent the blow had made
For the hand that fell had held a blade
And they didn't even see his face
See him stumble, hear his cry
They didn't even see his eyes
Just lashed out in passing by
What can it mean?
Who can makes some sense of that?
Did it mean a thing to them?
What can make a mind like that?
Though forty stitches helped him over
Who can live life over his shoulder?
He tried to put it in his past
And flew safe home back to Belfast
And they didn't see his face
See him stagger watch him fall
They didn't even see his eyes
They never knew him at all
Never knew him, tried to kill him
Never knew him, tried to kill him
Piccadilly Circus
Piccadilly Circus en la oscuridad de la noche
Solo pasando el tiempo bajo las luces
En la ciudad y completamente solo
Sin negocios, así que se ocupa de lo suyo
La habitación de hotel está solitaria y fría
Podría salir a pasear
Mirando distraídamente en una tienda de equipos de música
Pasos, una risita y un fuerte golpe
Y ni siquiera vieron su rostro
No lo vieron retroceder ni escucharlo gemir
Ni siquiera vieron sus ojos
Un golpe malvado y siguieron corriendo
Puso sus dedos en su costado
Y sintió que su carne estaba abierta de par en par
Sintió la herida que el golpe había causado
Porque la mano que cayó sostenía una navaja
Y ni siquiera vieron su rostro
No lo vieron tambalearse, escuchar su grito
Ni siquiera vieron sus ojos
Simplemente golpearon al pasar
¿Qué puede significar?
¿Quién puede darle sentido a eso?
¿Les importó algo a ellos?
¿Qué puede hacer que una mente sea así?
Aunque cuarenta puntos lo ayudaron a recuperarse
¿Quién puede vivir la vida mirando por encima del hombro?
Intentó dejarlo en el pasado
Y voló de regreso a salvo a Belfast
Y no vieron su rostro
No lo vieron tambalearse, verlo caer
Ni siquiera vieron sus ojos
Nunca lo conocieron en absoluto
Nunca lo conocieron, intentaron matarlo
Nunca lo conocieron, intentaron matarlo