On Love - Deacon Blue

In the early years he spent a lot of time with his grandparents

They lived one floor up in a tenement in the Hawkhill

In the mornings they’d go up to see his grandfather in a small hut at the

graveyard

Where he kept watch while nothing moved

On some days they’d stop above the railway yard and sit and just gaze at the

trains

They’d walk slowly looking at where the railings had been taken down

And he heard they’d needed to melt them down for iron during the wars

He wondered why they didn’t just rip them off and use them as spears to throw

at each other

Then he’d watch the old man as he shaved and got ready to go out

Do I need to talk everything out

Only two songs away from your house

Love, never had a reason before

So what d’you wanna know?

If it never had a reason before

What you trying to make sense for?

What you trying to make sense for?

Just before the decade changed he took a long rail journey into England

It was early August and he went with his grandfather to join his family on

holiday

The slow summer train wound its way south over the Tay and Forth valleys

As they got talking to a traveller about life in other parts

The traveller told them about playing football in Glasgow

And hurting his skin on the ashes and the red blase

As the carriage got warmer his head hurt and he stopped talking with his

grandfather

He tried to cheer the boy up and after a while the boy felt bad about ignoring

the old man

Do I need to talk everything out

I’m only two songs away from your house

Love, never had a reason before

So what d’you wanna know?

If it never had a reason before

What you trying to make sense for?

What you trying to make sense for?

In the early days she was someone who lived nearby

One day she caught his eye from across the hall as an orchestra was playing

None of the audience or the musicians could distract him from keeping looking

And outside in the square he kept trying to find her

Years later he received a letter from her daughter

She’d moved with her family to Australia and now they’d their lost their mother

She remembered a conversation she’d had with her as she lay dying that brought

him to mind

So she wrote telling him about how her life had gone since that day at the

concert hall

I never got to talk everything out

But I’m only two songs away from your house

Love, never had a reason before

So what d’you wanna know?

If it never had a reason before

What you trying to make sense for?

What you trying to make sense for?

Sometimes all memories seem to get lost.

It’s like they’re on fire and even trying to get back to them is pointless

It seems, now, looking back on it there were two kinds of people

Who you wanted to be and never were, and the good ones you ignored for too long

then it was too late

One day an older boy came up to him and looked him up and down

Returning to his crowd they all laughed like crows as the older boy ridiculed

the kid

He remembered that day the rest of his life

For all that time he kept on wanting to join the laughing crowd of crows

I never got to talk everything out

But I’m still two songs away from your house

Love, never had a reason before

So what d’you wanna know?

If it never had a reason before

What you trying to make sense for?

What you trying to make sense for?

When he first fell in love he was at a distance

He’d follow her miles behind on the road but close enough to see how her head

moved

He liked the fact she seemed so content just walking by herself every morning

In all those days he never once caught up with her

Later on he told her all this as they sat up and watched the sunrise over The

Meadows

One day he found out he wasn’t the only one who walked there with her

It hurt like hell when she left him on one of those slow journeys

And somehow her feet just carried on and her head moved that way he’d seen a

million times before

I never got to talk everything out

But I’m still two songs away from your house

Love, never had a reason before

OK, so what d’you wanna know?

If it never had a reason before

Love, never had a reason before

OK, so what d’you wanna know?

If it never had a reason before

What you trying to make sense for?

What you trying to make sense for?

What you trying to make sense for?

What you trying to make sense for?