There's

no

sun-

shine

This

im-

po-

s-

si-

ble

y-

ear

On-

ly

black

days

and

sky

grey

And

clo-

uds

full

of

fe-

ar

And

storms

full

of

so-

rro-

w

That

won't

dis-

appe-

ar

Just

typ-

hoons

and

mon-

soons

This

im-

p-

o-

s-

sible

ye-

ar

There's

no

good

ti-

mes

This

im-

p-

o-

s-

sible

ye-

ar

Just

a

beach-

front

of

bad

blood

And

a

co-

ast

that's

un-

cle-

ar

All

the

guests

at

the

pa-

r-

ty

They're

so

in-

sin-

cere

They

just

in-

trude

and

ex-

clude

This

im-

pos-

s-

ib-

le

ye-

ar

There's

no

you

and

m-

e

This

im-

po-

s-

sib-

le

ye-

ar

On-

ly

heart-

ache

and

hea-

rtbreak

And

g-

in

made

of

te-

ars

The

bit-

ter

pill

I

swal-

lo-

w

The

s-

cars

sou-

ve-

ni-

r

That

ta-

ttoo,

your

last

bruise

This

im-

po-

s-

sib-

le

ye-

ar

There's

ne-

ver

air

to

breathe

There's

ne-

ver

in-

bet-

weens

These

nigh-

tmares

al-

ways

hang

on

past

the

dre-

am

There's

no

sun-

shine

There's

no

you

and

m-

e

There's

no

good

ti-

mes

This

im-

po-

s-

sib-

le

ye-

ar