[ti:The Calendar Hung Itself]
[ar:Bright Eyes]
[al:Fevers And Mirrors]
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[00:06.08]Does he kiss your eyelids in the morning when you start to raise your head
[00:13.37]And does he sing to you incessantly from the space between your bed and wall
[00:18.19]Does he walk around all day at school with his feet inside your shoes
[00:21.87]Looking down every few steps to pretend he walks with you
[00:26.11]Oh does he know that place below your neck that is your favorite to be touched
[00:30.35]And does he cry through broken sentences that I love you far too much
[00:34.60]
[00:35.70]Does he lay awake listening to your breath
[00:38.82]Worried you smoke too many cigarettes
[00:43.31]Is he coughing now  on a bathroom floor
[00:47.74]For every speck of tile there's a thousand more
[00:51.98]You won ever see
[00:53.91]But you must hold inside yourself eternally
[00:59.16]Well I drug your ghost across the country and we plotted out my death
[01:13.01]In every city  memories would whisper  Here is where you rest
[01:17.26]I was determined in Chicago but I dug my teeth into my knees
[01:21.76]And I settled for a telephone and sang into your machine
[01:25.74]You are my sunshine  my only sunshine
[01:31.36]You are my sunshine  my only sunshine
[01:39.78]And I kissed a girl with a broken jaw that her father gave to her
[02:01.63]She had eyes bright enough to burn me  They reminded me of yours
[02:05.26]
[02:05.91]And In a story told she was a little girl in a red-rouge  sun-bruised field
[02:09.63]And there were rows of ripe tomatoes where a secret was concealed
[02:14.07]And it rose like thunder  clapped under our hands
[02:18.39]And it stretched for centuries to a diary entry end
[02:27.74]
[02:29.31]Where I wrote
[02:31.44]You make me happy
[02:33.37]Oh when skies are gray
[02:36.48]You make me happy oh when skies are gray  and gray  and gray
[02:46.98]Well the clock heart it hangs inside its open chest
[02:52.16]With its hands stretched towards the calendar hanging itself
[02:57.04]But I will not weep for those dying days
[03:00.71]For all the ones who've left there's a few that stayed
[03:05.20]And they found me here and pulled me from the grass where I was laid