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Lyrics: The Calendar Hung Itself

Artist: Bright Eyes
Song: The Calendar Hung Itself
Released: 2000
Rating: 52.0 out of 100Please log in to rate this song.
The Calendar Hung Itself lyrics
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 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 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 gray
You make me happy the skies are gray and gray and gray

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

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