Sad Song
(Indisponível)
Back room parlour lonely sits and cries
See her with her head in her hands
But nothing at all in her eyes
Always listening for the telephone
But it only rings wrong numbers
Or whenever she's not in her home
Chorus
Thinking life would pass her by
She opened up her arms
To reach for the skies
Her dreams they never came true
So now she paints herself a sad song
Colours it blue
Late cafe closing on the street
He's turning out to hide in doorways
Or any corner that others sleep
Empty bottle spirits he has known
A vision of a quiet face
Together they look like home
Thinking life has passed him by
He opens up his arms
To reach for the sky
His dreams they never came true
So now he paints himself a sad song
Colours it blue
Memories fading photograph of years ago...
Thinking life has passed them by
They open up their mouths to scream at the sky
Their dreams they never came true
So now they paint themselves a sad song
And colour it blue
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