Текст песни «The Calendar Hung Itself» от Bright Eyes

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Bright Eyes - "The Calendar Hung Itself"

Lyrics to The Calendar Hung Itself :

Does he kiss your eyelids in the morning

when you start to raise your head'

And does he sing to you, incessantly,

from the space between your 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' 



Oh, does he know that place below your neck

thats your favorite to be touched'

And does he cry through broken sentences like,

"I love you far too much"' 



Does he lay awake listening to your breath'

Worried you smoke too many cigarettes'

Is he coughing now'

On a bathroom floor'

For every speck of tile

Theres a thousand more

You wont ever see

But most hold inside yourself

Eternally 



Well, I drug your ghost across the country

And we plotted out my death

In every city, memories would 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

You are my sunshine

My only sunshine 



And I kissed a girl with a broken jaw

That her father gave to her

She had eyes bright enough to burn me

They reminded me of yours 



And in a story told, she was a little girl

In a red-rouge, sun-bruised field

And there were rows of ripe tomatoes

Where a secret was concealed 



And it rose like thunder

Clapped under our hands

And it stretched for centuries

To a diary entrys end

Where I wrote 



You make me happy

Oh, when skies are gray

You make me happy

Oh, when skies are gray and gray and gray 



Well the clocks heart it hangs 

Inside its open chest

With its hands stretched towards

The calendar hanging itself

But I will not weep

For those dying days

For all the ones whove left

Theres a few that stayed

And they found me here

And pulled me from the grass

Where I was laid
[ The Calendar Hung Itself Lyrics  ]

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