Gloomy Sunday - version by Elvis Costello

Lyrics


Sunday is gloomy, my hours are numberless

Dearest, the shadows I live with are numberless

Little white flowers will never awaken you

Not when the black coach of sorrow has taken you

Angels have no thought of ever returning you


Would they be angry if I thought of joining you?


Gloomy Sunday


Gloomy is Sunday, with shadows I spend it all


My heart and I have decided to end it all


Soon there'll be flowers and prayers that are sad, I know


Let them not weep, let them know that I'm glad to go


Death is no dream, for in death I am caressing you


With the last breath of my heart I'll be blessing you


Gloomy Sunday


Dreaming, I was only dreaming


I wake and I find you asleep in the deep of my heart, deep


Darling, I hope that my dream never haunted you


My heart is telling you how much I wanted you


Gloomy Sunday

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