Killing The Blues - Deacon Blue

I was counting the blues like a rhythm machine

Making a list of bad places that I’d ever been

Bad women who sold me bad friends who told me

Fat times that withered too lean

The whisky was sour, the music was stale

Love was a joke and freedom was a jail

It seemed the next bar was a distance too far

I looked up and you were my bail

Ray-gun smile won’t you stay for a while

Feels like you’ll always be news

It looks like your face is the only good news

Stay with me your killing the blues

I’ve got no car outside and no house in the hills

The keys to no kingdom and no magic cure

There’s nothing more real than the way I feel

Whatever you find here is yours

Well there’s only one place that we have to go

And lonely is all that we’ve got to lose

Out there its bad weather lets stay close together

Well stay with me your killing the blues

Stay with me your killing the blues

Whatever you’ve got I can use

Whatever you’re saying the game is, I’m playing

Stay with me your killing the blues