95 lyrics for "Sorrow, sorrow"
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
PlayThis is my last serenade This revelation is the death of ignorance Tangled in a state of suffocation Slave to self righteousness Damnation is on your lips From sorrow to serenity, the truth is absolution, From sorrow to serenity, its on your head I feel
PlayNow you're a 21st century man. You still wander the fields of your sorrow A penny in your pocket Suitcase in your hand They won't get you very far Fly across the city Rise above the land You can do 'most anything Though you ride on the wheels of tomorrow
PlayThe 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
PlayThe 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
PlayThere's a revolution Swirling pictures of never ending dreams I can't see what these images mean Locked inside can't set the rainbow free Like perishing flowers they sag and twist and die Joy or sorrow what does revolution mean To save today is like
PlayAll the wasted words I said In all the cities that I left The last act of our precious play Must not close with regret (regret) All the wasted words There are days when sorrow seems never-ending Like the countless roads upon which I've driven The price
PlaySave your love through loneliness Save your love through sorrow I gave you my onlyness Give me your tomorrow If I were a carpenter And you were a lady I'd marry you anyway I'd have your baby And a mill wheel grinding
PlayAs I walked down by the riverside One evening in the spring Heard a long gone song From days gone by Blown in on the great North wind Though there is no lonesome corncrake's cry Of sorrow and delight You can hear the cars And the shouts from bars
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