Unhappy Song — текст песни (Lloyd Cole)

They were married in june

She was gone before the leaves were even turning

She said "well, I knew he was a fool, but i

Somehow thought my welfare concerned him"

Must the one always have to change

Whilst the other must always remain

Must the cards all be dealt facing down?

Turn away, turn away, turn your blue skies to grey



Now, when it comes to september

I`ve got my own unhappy song

October, nowember, december,

And still she is gone;

Unhappy song



He was torn between the romance and the mundane

He was torn every morning

He was surprised or was he horrified to find

The mundane the more rewarding

She was upon him before he even knew it



And anyone who had a hat would surely know:

It only rains when you leave it at home,

And all the umbrellas are broke,

Oh, save yourself a fiver, you`re already soaking



Come on, september

And sing me that old unhappy song

October, nowember, december,

And still she is gone;

Unhappy song



Well, there was ice beneath the snow

And everywhere else was closed,

But the locks had been changed

Sure, the neighbours were the same, they said

"you never should treat someone so bad"