There's a thin line of light On the outskirts of love Lights on the bend Disappearing from view There's a hard black road Through the outskirts of love It carries me back And it scares me too Bad news always reminds me of you Well I recognise these parts This once was my home Where I played as a child Where I first met you Just to look at it now dear Sends a chill to my bones Oh I wish I knew then what I know now to be true Bad news always reminds me of you Bad news always reminds me of you Bad news always reminds me of you I heard one or two facts That may once have been true
I heard colourful stories Pertaining to you And the corners of your postcard Show telltale smudges of red You said you were still in love That wasn't what the postmark said With the sky made of rock My back to the rain And the lights on the bend Disappearing from view I am winding the clock back And starting again The outskirts of love fading from view Bad news always reminds me of you Well the last time that I saw the lights Was the last time that I saw you It had to be me or it had to be you Bad news always reminds me of you