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
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
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