A Song for the Drunk and Broken Hearted | Webstedet, der giver de mest komplette musikakkorder

Sweet Sunday afternoon, September’s golden brown
Summer always fades too soon like the laughter of a clown
Shadows fill the room where sorrows come to drown
Your heart’s a late bloom as you sink another one down

I know it knows the way you feel
Blurs what is right and what is real
There’s no love left you could steal

The sweet Sunday afternoon and all that candy heart
Is an old, familiar tune for you’ve forgotten half the words
The sunlight floods the room like a silent flock of birds
And hopes a red bloom, disappearing through the clouds

I know it knows 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, love is so long
And the jesters outsmarts it
And the gambler tries to win back what he’s lost
Oh, and the sad mind, he, sings a song
For the drunk and broken-hearted
And the fool, he never knows how much it cost

Yeah, well, the joker, he loves the long
As the jesters outsmarts it
And the gambler tries to win back what he’s lost
Oh, and the sad mind, he, sings a song
For the drunk and broken-hearted
Oh, and the fool, he never knows how much it cost
Well, the fool, he never knows how much it cost

Sweet Sunday afternoon, September’s golden brown
Summer always fades too soon like the laughter of a clown
Shadows fill the room where sorrows come to drown
Your heart’s a late bloom as you sink another one down

I know it knows the way you feel
Blurs what is right and what is real
There’s no love left you could steal

The sweet Sunday afternoon and all that candy heart
Is an old, familiar tune for you’ve forgotten half the words
The sunlight floods the room like a silent flock of birds
And hopes a red bloom, disappearing through the clouds

I know it knows 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, love is so long
And the jesters outsmarts it
And the gambler tries to win back what he’s lost
Oh, and the sad mind, he, sings a song
For the drunk and broken-hearted
And the fool, he never knows how much it cost

Yeah, well, the joker, he loves the long
As the jesters outsmarts it
And the gambler tries to win back what he’s lost
Oh, and the sad mind, he, sings a song
For the drunk and broken-hearted
Oh, and the fool, he never knows how much it cost
Well, the fool, he never knows how much it cost