Sad Songs

And the light you gave You took when you were gone It's a war that can't be won With fists or talk or money And there's no escape But there's nothin' I want more But I'd better stop complainin' now I guess because Too many sad words Make for sad, sad song Too many sad words Make for sad, sad song And the night you came You won me, all and all And the better part of everythin' Is born to run And the price of fame Is that they love you when you're gone But I better stop complainin' now It's useless because Too many sad words Make for sad, sad song Too many sad words Make for sad, sad song Too many sad words Make a sad, sad song Too many sad words Make a sad, sad song --- Sad Songs - The Frames