Days filled with joy and days filled with sorrow I don't know just what to do Am I happy today, am I lonely tomorrow Everything depends on you I've been waiting for the angels to knock on my door I've been hopin' that everything could be like before Open

The truth hurts worse than anything I could bring myself to do to you You're a canary I'm a coal mine 'Cause sorrow is just all the rage Take one for the team You all know what I mean And I'm so sorry

Sorrow swallows my screams My story starts the day they said "she can't be found" the news so dark, heart stopped, I stood silent without a sound It's over, she's finished, mother lies with my father and sister too Cold-blooded, they suffered, shot down

Oh, I wish that I could hurt that way again. Oh, I wish that I could hurt that way again At least I had you every now and then And in between the sorrow At least there was tomorrow And as long as there's tomorrow There's no end Oh, I wish that we could

Ye hum ho la lo Kwela man Ye hum ho la la Kwela, Kwela You gave it your life Long ago there was a sound in the night Kwela man, singing under the street light A cheap guitar, he gave his sorrow a smile And he sowed his songs in the alley ways mile upon

Silver threads and golden needles Cannot mend this heart of mine And I dare not drown my sorrows In the warm glow of your mind You can't buy my love with money 'Cause I ain't never was that kind I don't want your lonely mansion With a tear in every room

The way old friends do We can face it together You and I can share the silence Finding comfort together And after fights and words of violence We make up with each other Times of joy and times of sorrow We will always see it through Oh I don't care what

Gloomy Sunday Sunday is gloomy My hours are slumberless Dearest the shadows I live with are numberless Little white flowers Will never awaken you Not where the black coach Of sorrow has taken you

Far away, far away California rain is falling I can hear the summer calling A song that's fading Put me on a plane tomorrow I'll try to run from all my sorrow From endless waiting It's so cold here without my sun I'm so sad here, far away from everyone

Ol' Nancy don't care who comes to her inn It's a den of debauchery violence and sin So come take a drink and drown your sorrows And all of our fears will be gone till tomorrow We'll have no regrets and live for the day In Nancy's harbour cafe I know of a