A Song for the Drunk and Broken Hearted (Acoustic)

A Song For The Drunk And Broken Hearted (Acoustic) - Passenger

Lyrics by：Michael David Rosenberg

Composed by：Michael David Rosenberg

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 hearts 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

When there's no love left you can steal

For the joker laughs along

And the jesters 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 never knows how much it costs

Sweet Sunday afternoon

And all that can be heard

Is an old familiar tune

Though you've forgotten half the words

And sunlight floods the room

Like a silent flock of birds

You'r hearts a red balloon

Disappearing through the clouds

I know it numbs 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 laughs along

And the jesters 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 never knows how much it costs

Well the joker laughs along

While the jesters outsmarted

The gambler never wins back what he's lost

And the sad man sings a song

For the drunk and broken hearted

And the fool never knows how much it costs

Well the fool he never knows how much it costs