Passenger - Month of Sundays

      
 
 Month of Sundays by Passenger
 Album - Flight of the Crow
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   C                                  G  
 Ive been living in this month of Sundays
   C                             F          
 for so long I dont remember Saturday night.
   C                               
 Broken records dont play new tunes
   G                            
 except for once in a blue moon.
    F                     G              C  
 And Ive looked but the moon is still white.
 
    C                                     G    
 And Ive been summoned to the summit of Sundays
    C                                     F       
 someone somewhere may do something with his life.
    C                              
 A smokers lungs dont blow balloons
    G                           
 except for once in a blue moon.
    F                     G              C  
 And Ive looked but the moon is still white.
 
    F                            C                              
 Rusty guns fire rusty shots, leopards never change their spots,
    C                           
 fireworks always fade too soon.
    F                              Am                        
 Empty words dont mean a lot and from me thats all youve got.
    G                                                              
 But I swear to you darling one day well stand beneath a blue moon.
 
    C                                 G   
 Ive been living in this month of Sundays,
    C                                 F      
 and I forget what Monday morning feels like.
    C                                  G                         
 Blushing brides and handsome grooms deep in debt from honeymoons
    F                 G               C  
 Stare above but the moon is still white.
 
    C                                G  
 Ive wandered into wondering if one day,
    C                             F           
 when the war is won, and one finally made two
    C                                    G                          
 When we think not of what weve not, and think only of what weve got
    F                  G                 C  
 And we go dancing underneath the blue moon.
 
    F                                                C       
 All black kettles and black pots seem to fight an awful lot,
    C                                                
 and make the kitchen the most uncomfortable of rooms
    F                              Am                         
 Empty words dont mean a lot, but from me thats all youve got.
    G                                                          
 I swear to you darling one day well stand beneath a blue moon.
 
    Am      C       F       
 Oh, oh. Oh, oh. Oh, oh, oh.
 
   C                                    G   
 So Ive been living in this month of Sundays
   C                                     F     
 and I dont know it, this month may be through.
   C                                   G                       
 So will you tell me that youll wait for as long as it may take
   F                     G                C  
 And I swear darling Ill show you a blue moon
   F                G                C  
 Oh my darling Ill show you a blue moon.