Souvenirs - Deacon Blue

Only one song to sing now

As you bring in these home chores

And curtain over windows

Dry your eyes on wornout clothes

You sing — I’m such a fool for loving you

So low I might not hear it

And the souvenirs they cover you

From the danger of believing it

Things that made our world seem good

Are stored in photo spiral pads

And every one is saved by you

To make our world seem glad