Текст песни Passenger - Month of Sundays

Well I've been living in this month of Sundays For so long I don't remember Saturday night Broken records don't play new tunes Except for once in a blue Moon And I have looked and the Moon is still white And I've pinned some hope to the summit of some day Someone somewhere may do something with his life But smokers lungs don't blow balloons Except for once in a blue Moon And I've looked but the Moon is still white Rusty guns fire rusty shots Leopards never change their spots And fireworks always fade too soon Empty words don't mean a lot And from me that's all you've got But I swear to you one day We'll stand beneath a blue Moon Well I've been living in this month of Sundays And I forget what Monday morning feels like Blushing brides and handsome grooms Deep in debt from honeymoons Stare above but the Moon is still white And I have wandered into wondering if one day When the war is won and one finally made two Will we think not of what we're not And think of only what we've got And we'll go dancing underneath a blue Moon Oh black kettles and black pots Seem to fight an awful lot They make the kitchen the most uncomfortable of rooms Empty words don't mean a lot And from me that's all you've got But I swear to you darling one day We'll stand beneath a blue Moon So I've been living in this month of Sundays And I don't know when this month may be through So will you tell me that you'll wait For as long as it may take And I swear darling I'll show you a blue Moon Oh my darling I'll show you a blue Moon
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