paroles de chanson A Song for the Drunk and Broken Hearted (Acoustic) - Passenger

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
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 cost

Sweet Sunday afternoon, and all that can be heard
Is an old familiar tune, but you′ve forgotten half the words
And sunlight floods the room like a silent flock of birds
And your heart′s a red balloon, disappearing through the clouds

I know it numbs the way you feel
It blurs what is right and what is real
There's no one here to make a deal with

For the joker laughs along
And the jester′s outsmarted
The gambler tries to win back what he's lost
Yeah, well, the sad man, he sings a song
For the drunk and broken hearted
And the fool, he never knows how much it cost

Oh, well the joker, he laughs along
And the jester′s outsmarted
The gambler tries to win back what he's lost
Yeah, well, the sad man, he sings a song
For the drunk and broken hearted
And the fool, he never knows how much it cost
Oh, well, the fool, he never knows how much it cost