A Song For The Drunk And Broken Hearted – Passenger
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Sweet Sunday afternoon September’s golden brown Summer always fades too soon Like the laughter of a clown
And shadows fill the room Where sorrows come to drown Your heart’s a lead balloon As you sink another one down
I know it numbs the way you feel Blurs what is right and what is real And there’s no love left you can steal
For the joker laughs along As the jester’s outsmarted And the gambler tries to win back what he’s lost And the sad man sings a song For the drunk and broken hearted And the fool, he never knows how much it costs
Sweet Sunday afternoon And all that can be heard Is an old familiar tune Though you’ve forgotten half the words And sunlight floods the room Like a silent flock of birds And hope’s a red balloon Disappearing through the clouds
I know it numbs the way you feel Blurs what is right and what is real And there’s no one here to make a deal with
For the joker laughs along And the jester’s outsmarted And the gambler tries to win back what he’s lost Oh and the sad man he sings a song For the drunk and broken hearted And the fool, he never knows how much it costs
Yeah well the joker he laughs along As the jester’s outsmarted And the gambler tries to win back what he’s lost Oh and the sad man he sings a song For the drunk and broken hearted Oh and the fool, he never knows how much it costs Well the fool, he never knows how much it costs