Month of Sundays by Passenger
Album - Flight of the Crow
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Iv[C]e been living in this month of Sund[G]ays
fo[C]r so long I dont remember Satu[F]rday night.
Br[C]oken records dont play new tunes
ex[G]cept for once in a blue moon.
And[F] Ive looked but the mo[G]on is still whi[C]te.
And[C] Ive been summoned to the summit of Su[G]ndays
som[C]eone somewhere may do something with h[F]is life.
A s[C]mokers lungs dont blow balloons
exc[G]ept for once in a blue moon.
And[F] Ive looked but the mo[G]on is still whi[C]te.
Rus[F]ty guns fire rusty shots, leo[C]pards never change their spots,
fir[C]eworks always fade too soon.
Emp[F]ty words dont mean a lot and fr[Am]om me thats all youve got.
But[G] I swear to you darling one day well stand beneath a blue moon.
Ive[C] been living in this month of Sund[G]ays,
and[C] I forget what Monday morning feel[F]s like.
Blu[C]shing brides and handsome grooms de[G]ep in debt from honeymoons
Sta[F]re above but the m[G]oon is still whi[C]te.
Ive[C] wandered into wondering if one d[G]ay,
whe[C]n the war is won, and one fina[F]lly made two
Whe[C]n we think not of what weve not, and [G]think only of what weve got
And[F] we go dancing unde[G]rneath the blue mo[C]on.
All[F] black kettles and black pots seem to fight an aw[C]ful lot,
and[C] make the kitchen the most uncomfortable of rooms
Emp[F]ty words dont mean a lot, but f[Am]rom me thats all youve got.
I s[G]wear to you darling one day well stand beneath a blue moon.
Oh,[Am] oh. Oh,[C] oh. Oh,[F] oh, oh.
So[C] Ive been living in this month of Sun[G]days
an[C]d I dont know it, this month may be th[F]rough.
So[C] will you tell me that youll wait fo[G]r as long as it may take
An[F]d I swear darling Ill [G]show you a blue m[C]oon
Oh[F] my darling Ill s[G]how you a blue mo[C]on.
Album - Flight of the Crow
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Iv[C]e been living in this month of Sund[G]ays
fo[C]r so long I dont remember Satu[F]rday night.
Br[C]oken records dont play new tunes
ex[G]cept for once in a blue moon.
And[F] Ive looked but the mo[G]on is still whi[C]te.
And[C] Ive been summoned to the summit of Su[G]ndays
som[C]eone somewhere may do something with h[F]is life.
A s[C]mokers lungs dont blow balloons
exc[G]ept for once in a blue moon.
And[F] Ive looked but the mo[G]on is still whi[C]te.
Rus[F]ty guns fire rusty shots, leo[C]pards never change their spots,
fir[C]eworks always fade too soon.
Emp[F]ty words dont mean a lot and fr[Am]om me thats all youve got.
But[G] I swear to you darling one day well stand beneath a blue moon.
Ive[C] been living in this month of Sund[G]ays,
and[C] I forget what Monday morning feel[F]s like.
Blu[C]shing brides and handsome grooms de[G]ep in debt from honeymoons
Sta[F]re above but the m[G]oon is still whi[C]te.
Ive[C] wandered into wondering if one d[G]ay,
whe[C]n the war is won, and one fina[F]lly made two
Whe[C]n we think not of what weve not, and [G]think only of what weve got
And[F] we go dancing unde[G]rneath the blue mo[C]on.
All[F] black kettles and black pots seem to fight an aw[C]ful lot,
and[C] make the kitchen the most uncomfortable of rooms
Emp[F]ty words dont mean a lot, but f[Am]rom me thats all youve got.
I s[G]wear to you darling one day well stand beneath a blue moon.
Oh,[Am] oh. Oh,[C] oh. Oh,[F] oh, oh.
So[C] Ive been living in this month of Sun[G]days
an[C]d I dont know it, this month may be th[F]rough.
So[C] will you tell me that youll wait fo[G]r as long as it may take
An[F]d I swear darling Ill [G]show you a blue m[C]oon
Oh[F] my darling Ill s[G]how you a blue mo[C]on.
