Текст песни Passenger - Month of Sundays

Well I've been living in this month of SundaysFor so long I don't remember Saturday nightBroken records don't play new tunesExcept for once in a blue MoonAnd I have looked and the Moon is still whiteAnd I've pinned some hope to the summit of some daySomeone somewhere may do something with his lifeBut smokers lungs don't blow balloonsExcept for once in a blue MoonAnd I've looked but the Moon is still whiteRusty guns fire rusty shotsLeopards never change their spotsAnd fireworks always fade too soonEmpty words don't mean a lotAnd from me that's all you've gotBut I swear to you one dayWe'll stand beneath a blue MoonWell I've been living in this month of SundaysAnd I forget what Monday morning feels likeBlushing brides and handsome grooms

Deep in debt from honeymoonsStare above but the Moon is still whiteAnd I have wandered into wondering if one dayWhen the war is won and one finally made twoWill we think not of what we're notAnd think of only what we've gotAnd we'll go dancing underneath a blue MoonOh black kettles and black potsSeem to fight an awful lotThey make the kitchen the most uncomfortable of roomsEmpty words don't mean a lotAnd from me that's all you've gotBut I swear to you darling one dayWe'll stand beneath a blue MoonSo I've been living in this month of SundaysAnd I don't know when this month may be throughSo will you tell me that you'll waitFor as long as it may takeAnd I swear darling I'll show you a blue MoonOh my darling I'll show you a blue Moon
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