Month Of Sundays
Passenger Lyrics


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I've been living in this month of Sundays
For so long I don't remember Saturday night
Broken records don't play new tunes, 'cept for once in a blue moon
And I've looked but the moon is still white

And I've been summoned(?) to the summit of Sundays
Someone somewhere may do something with his life
A smoker's lungs don't blow balloons, 'cept for once in a blue moon
And I've looked but the moon is still white

Rusty guns fire rusty shots, leopards never change their spots
And fireworks always fade too soon
Empty words don't mean a lot, and for me that's all you've got
But I swear to you darling, one day we'll stand beneath a blue moon

I've been living in this month of Sundays
And I forget what Monday morning feels like
Blushing brides and handsome grooms, deep in debt from honeymoons
Stare above, but the moon is still white

I've wandered into wondering if one day
When the war is won, and one finally made two
When we think not of what we've not, and think only of what we've got
And we go dancing underneath the blue moon

All black kettles and black pots seem to fire an awful lot
And make the kitchen the most uncomfortable of rooms
Empty words don't mean a lot, and for me that's all you've got
And I swear to you darling, one day we'll stand beneath a blue moon

Oh oh

So I've been living in this month of Sundays
And I don't know it, this month may be through
So will you tell me that you'll wait, for as long as it may take




And I swear darling, I'll show you a blue moon
Oh my darling, I'll show you a blue moon

Overall Meaning

The song Month of Sundays by Passenger presents a depiction of a mundane and monotonous life lacking in excitement and new adventures. The first verse conveys the singer's feeling of being stuck in a routine, as if they have been living in a continuous cycle of Sundays, which in turn have caused them to forget what other days of the week feel like. The comparison to broken records and a moon that is still white highlights the notion that despite an awareness of the monotony of their life, nothing new or exciting ever seems to happen.


The chorus of the song implies a glimmer of hope in the singer's life, as they have been "summoned to the summit of Sundays" and someone somewhere may do something with their life. The idea of a smoker's lungs and balloons that only blow once in a blue moon alongside the image of the moon being white altogether imply that despite a slight chance of change in their life, it remains marginal, and they continue to live in the same cycle with no significant changes.


The second verse amplifies this notion of an ultimately insignificant life, as the singer reflects on the inevitability of certain scenarios, such as leopards never changing their spots and rusted guns firing rusted shots. The imagery of fireworks fading too soon juxtaposed to empty words not meaning much makes this seem like a hopeless situation. The chorus continues to provide an unchanged reality, with the singers' search for a blue moon ending in a white one still.


To conclude, Passenger's Month of Sundays is a song that reflects on the mundane and monotonous routine of life that lacks newness and excitement. The notion of a blue moon represents hope and signifies that there is an opportunity to break away from their routine, but ultimately things remain the same, and the white moon remains a constant reminder of this.


Line by Line Meaning

I've been living in this month of Sundays
I have been stuck in a monotonous routine for a long time, with nothing new happening.


For so long I don't remember Saturday night
I have been so stuck in my routine that I don't even remember what it feels like to have fun.


Broken records don't play new tunes, 'cept for once in a blue moon
My life feels like a broken record, playing the same thing over and over. The only time something new happens is very rare.


And I've looked but the moon is still white
I have been hoping for change, but nothing has happened yet.


And I've been summoned(?) to the summit of Sundays
I have felt trapped and stuck in my routine for so long that now I feel like I am at the highest point of that routine.


Someone somewhere may do something with his life
I am hopeful that someone out there may break free from their routine and accomplish something meaningful.


A smoker's lungs don't blow balloons, 'cept for once in a blue moon
Change is rare, like a smoker blowing up balloons, but it can happen once in a while.


Rusty guns fire rusty shots, leopards never change their spots
People don't really change, just like rusty guns always shoot poorly and leopards keep their spots forever.


And fireworks always fade too soon
Even when something new and exciting happens, it doesn't last very long.


Empty words don't mean a lot, and for me that's all you've got
Hollow promises and words without action don't have much value to me. Unfortunately, that's all I'm getting from you.


But I swear to you darling, one day we'll stand beneath a blue moon
Despite everything, I promise that one day we will experience something new and special together.


And I forget what Monday morning feels like
I am so stuck in my routine that I can't even differentiate between the days of the week anymore.


Blushing brides and handsome grooms, deep in debt from honeymoons
Even the things that are supposed to be happy, like weddings and honeymoons, are actually burdensome and stressful.


Stare above, but the moon is still white
I've been hoping for change, but it hasn't come yet.


I've wandered into wondering if one day
I have been daydreaming about the possibility that one day my routine will be broken and I will experience something new.


When the war is won, and one finally made two
When a difficult challenge or conflict is overcome, and two people are united and happy together.


When we think not of what we've not, and think only of what we've got
When we stop focusing on what we don't have and instead appreciate what we do.


And we go dancing underneath the blue moon
When we finally experience something new and exciting together.


All black kettles and black pots seem to fire an awful lot
When things are bad, they seem to happen all at once and it's overwhelming.


And make the kitchen the most uncomfortable of rooms
Metaphorically, when things are bad they make the whole environment feel uncomfortable and unpleasant.


So will you tell me that you'll wait, for as long as it may take
Despite everything, I am asking you to stay with me and wait for things to get better.


And I swear darling, I'll show you a blue moon
If you stay with me and wait, I promise to make it up to you by showing you something special and new.




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Marijke De Lange

Lovely song.



Well I've been living in this month of Sundays,
For so long I don't remember Saturday night,
Broken records don't play new tunes,
Except for once in a blue Moon,
And I have looked and the Moon is still white.

And I've pinned some hope to the summit of some day,
Someone somewhere may do something with this light,
But smokers lungs don't blow balloons,
Except for once in a blue Moon,
And I've looked but the Moon is still white.

Rusty guns fire rusty shots,
Leopards never change their spots,
And fireworks always fade to soon,
Empty words don't mean a lot,
And from me thats all you've got,
But I swear to you one day,
We'll stand beneath a blue Moon.

Well I've been living in this month of Sundays,
And I forget what Monday morning feels like,
Blushing brides and handsome grooms,
Deep in debt from honeymoons,
Stare above but the Moon is still white.

And I have wondered in to wondering if one day,
When the war is won and one finally make two,
Will we think not of what we're not,
And think of only what we've got,
And we'll go dancing underneath a blue Moon.

Oh black kettles and black pots,
Seem to fight an awful lot,
They make the kitchen the most uncomfortable of rooms,
Empty words don't mean a lot,
And from me that's all you've got,
But I swear to you darling one day,
We'll stand beneath a blue Moon.

oh oh oh,
oh oh oh,
oh oh oh oh,
oh oh oh,
oh oh oh,
oh oh oh oh,

So I've been living in this month of Sundays,
And I don't know when this month may be through,
But will you tell me that you'll wait,
For as long as it may take,
And I swear darling I'll show you a blue Moon,
Oh my darling I will show you a blue Moon.



All comments from YouTube:

Charlotte Weiss

Love this guy like I birthed him!  Funny-his music on my pc calms my rescue dogs in my home office while I work.  Makes me smile all the way around!

aoife kelly

Such an amazing song!!!!

Colleen Murray

Always been one of my favourite passenger songs! x

Elaine Herron

Thanks for sharing =) I recently found this band stumbling through iTunes and absolutely LOVE them!! Please make more videos ;)

Vanessa Malavenda

magnifique chanson!!!!😀

Glen Lucas

Just love it

Ambrose Power

His voice is stunning

ohitica

i love it!

Madison Olinger

oh my heart, this song is so sweet! I'm all emotional!

steamsearcher

And another great song to enjoy!!!

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