Chris Rea No More Sorrow
Broken hearts and...
broken souls
Are all that's left here in this room tonight,
I'm sitting here on a piano stool,
Trying to play a tune, make 'em feel alright,
They talk adazed of sweet past and guns,
And a love that, got away.
Put one more night cap in this empty glass,
And these words I, here 'em say,
No more sorrow, no more pain,
Good lord please forgive me,
Yes sing it again,
No more sorrow, no more fear,
Feel that sweet day, coming near,
There's no such thing as bad luck here,
They just ain't no luck at all,
How did I ever loose my way,
