An echo that seemed to come from every direction,
The echo of someone's voice,
Down filthy streets and cobblestones,
The echo had no choice,
In darkness I have never known,
I raised my stick forth true,
And like a blind man, tried to find
Each corner that I knew.
chorus:
Someone picked him he is the victim,
No one can help me now,
For who can mend a broken heart,
When there's no one else around, to show me how.
Born and raised in the place I stood,
I gave my mind to my feet,
Then darkness fell on darkness, and yet more
I could not find that street,
The coming of my panic, and the overcome of fear,
Paralysed my senses,
Would the echo find me here.
chorus:
Someone picked him he is the victim,
No one can help me now,
For who can mend a broken heart,
When there's no one else around, to show me how.