Lloyd Cole - Unhappy Song Lyrics
They were married in juneShe was gone before the leaves were even turningShe said well, I knew he was a fool, but iSomehow thought my welfare concerned himMust the one always have to changeWhilst the other must always remainMust the cards all be dealt facing down?Turn away, turn away, turn your blue skies to greyNow, when it comes to septemberI`ve got my own unhappy songOctober, nowember, december,And still she is gone;Unhappy songHe was torn between the romance and the mundaneHe was torn every morningHe was surprised or was he horrified to findThe mundane the more rewardingShe was upon him before he even knew itAnd 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 soakingCome on, septemberAnd sing me that old unhappy songOctober, nowember, december,And still she is gone;Unhappy songWell, there was ice beneath the snowAnd everywhere else was closed,But the locks had been changedSure, the neighbours were the same, they saidYou never should treat someone so bad
