Month Of Sundays – Passenger (feat. Brian Campeau & Elana Stone)
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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 this light 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 to soon Empty words don’t mean a lot And from me thats all you’ve got But I swear to you darling 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 wondered in to wondering if one day When the war is won and one finally make 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 But 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 will show you a blue Moon