Passenger - Month Of Sundays - аккорды

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Month of Sundays   by   Passenger
Album - Flight of the Crow
Capo 5
C       G       F       Am
0       3       1       0
1       1       1       1
0       0       2       2
2       0       3       2
3       X       3       0
X       3       1       0

  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.