(Steve Towson)

I try to sleep with you
but I'm so down
so blue
that every touch is like a thousand knives
every look just pierces my eyes
oh I'm so tired of laying my love
into you

so i tell you
I want the blues
out of me

your kissin lips once
moistened mine
but we no longer touch
we've got no time for what we had before
no time for our sweet lovin
anymore

so I tell you
I want the blues
out of me
I want I want I want
the blues
out of me

now I wait for you at the middle of the stairs
just hoping you might meet me there
but you won't meet me half way you won't meet me at all
you don't wanna talk of Rome and its
inevitable fall

so I tell you
I want the blues
out of me
I want I want I want the blues
out of me