The Calendar Hung Its Self Lyrics - Bright Eyes

Does he kiss your eyelids in the morning 

when you start to raise your head? 

And does he sing to you incessantly 

from the place 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. 

Does he know that place below your neck 

that is your favourite 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 that you smoke too many cigarettes. 

Is he coughing now 

on a bathroom floor? 

For every speck of tile 

there are a thousand more 

that you won't ever see 

but most hold inside yourself 

eternally. 

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 

and sang into your machine. 

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine 

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. 

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 entry's end 

where I wrote, 

You make me happy 

when the skies are grey 

You make me happy 

the skies are grey 

and grey 

and grey. 

Well the clock's 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 who have left 

there are a few that stayed. 

And they found me here 

and pulled me from the grass 

where I was laid.