Bright Eyes - The Calendar Hung Itself...

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Does he kiss your eyelids in the morning
when you start to raise your head
And does he sing to you incesively
in the space between you bed and wall

Does he walk around all day at school
with his feet inside your shoes
Looking down every few steps
to pretend he walks with you
Does he know that place below your neck
is your favourite to be touched
And does he cry through broken sentences
like "I love you far to much"

Does he lay awake listening to your breath
worried you smoked too many cigarettes
Is he coughin now, on a bathroom floor
For every spec of tile, theres a thousand more
You will never see, those poems on yourself
Internally

Well I drug your ghost across the country
and we plotted out my death
and every city and memories we'd whisper
Here is where you rest

I was determined in Chicago
but I dug my teeth into my knees
and I settled for a telephone
sang into your Machine

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine
My only sunshine

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine
My only sunshine

And I kiss the girl with the broken jaw
that her father gave to her
she had eyes bright enough to burn you
they remind me of yours

And in a story told she was a little girl
In a red room summers field
and there were rows of ripe tomatoes
where a secret was concealed

And it grows like thunder
clapped under our hands
And it streched for centuries
to diary entries AND
where I wrote

You make me happy, when skies are grey
you make me happy, when skies are grey
and grey and grey

The clocks heart it hangs inside
Here something shadows
With it stretched towards the calendar hanging itself
but I will not bleed for those dying days
for all the ones who've left theres a few that stayed
and they found me here and pulled me from the grass
where I was Laying
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