Unhappy Song Lyrics - Lloyd Cole

They were married in June 

She was gone before the leaves were even turning 

She said "well, I knew he was a fool, but I 

Somehow thought my welfare concerned him" 

Must the one always have to change 

Whilst the other must always remain 

Must the cards all be dealt facing down? 

Turn away, turn away, turn your blue skies to grey 

Now, when it comes to September 

I`ve got my own unhappy song 

October, November, December, 

And still she is gone; 

Unhappy song 

He was torn between the romance and the mundane 

He was torn every morning 

He was surprised or was he horrified to find 

The mundane the more rewarding 

She was upon him before he even knew it 

And 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 soaking 

Come on, September 

And sing me that old unhappy song 

October, November, December, 

And still she is gone; 

Unhappy song 

Well, there was ice beneath the snow 

And everywhere else was closed, 

But the locks had been changed 

Sure, the neighbors were the same, they said 

"You never should treat someone so bad"