Does he kiss your eyelids in the morning
when you start to raise your head?
And does he sing to you incessantly
in the space between your bed and wall?
Does he walk around all day at school
With his feet in your shoes?
And looking down every few steps
to pretend he walks with you?
Oh 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 you smoke too many cigarettes?
Is he coughing now
on a bathroom floor?
For every spec of tile
there's a thousand more
You won't ever see
But you must hold inside yourself
Eternally

Well I drug your ghost across the country
And we plotted out my death
In every city in memories we whispered
'Here is where you rest'
I was deteremined 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
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 entry's end
Where I wrote
You make me happy
When skies are grey
You make me happy
oh when skies are grey
and grey and grey
Where the clock's heart it hangs inside it's open chest
With it's hands stretched towards the calendar hanging itself
But I will not weep
For those dying days
Where all the ones who've left
There's a few that stayed
And they found me here
And pulled me from the grass
Where I was laid.
         
                
          
          
      
          
               
            
          
              
                  
               
               
          
Song: The Calendar Hung Itself
Artist: Bright Eyes
CD: Fevers and Mirrors