Piccadilly Circus in the dead 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 make some sense of that?  Did it mean a thing to them?  What can make a mind like that?    Those 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 even 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