Passing Afternoon Lyrics - Our Endless Numbered Days - Iron & Wine

here are times that walk from you like some passing afternoon 

Summer warmed the open window of her honeymoon 

And she chose a yard to burn but the ground remembers her 

Wooden spoons, her children stir her Bougainvillea blooms 

There are things that drift away like our endless, numbered days 

Autumn blew the quilt right off the perfect bed she made 

And she's chosen to believe in the hymns her mother sings 

Sunday pulls its children from the piles of fallen leaves 

There are sailing ships that pass all our bodies in the grass 

Springtime calls her children until she let's them go at last 

And she's chosen where to be, though she's lost her wedding ring 

Somewhere near her misplaced jar of Bougainvillea seeds 

There are things we can't recall, Blind as night that finds us all 

Winter tucks her children in, her fragile china dolls 

But my hands remember hers, rolling around the shaded ferns 

Naked arms, her secrets still like songs I'd never learned 

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There are names across the sea, only now I do believe 

Sometimes, with the window closed, she'll sit and think of me 

But she'll mend his tattered clothes and they'll kiss as if they know 

A baby sleeps in all our bones, so scared to be alone 

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