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Bright Eyes- The Calendar Hung Itself
F#m
Does he kiss your eyelids in the morning
when you start to raise your head?
C#
And does he sing to you incessantly
from the place between your bed and wall?
F#m
Does he walk around all day at school
with his feet inside your shoes?
C#
Looking down every few steps
to pretend he walks with you?
F#m
Does he know that place below your neck
that is your favorite to be touched?
C#
And does he cry through broken sentences
like "I love you far too much"?
Bm E A D
Does he lay awake listening to your breath?
Bm E A D
Worried that you smoke too many cigarettes?
E F#m
Is he coughing now on a bathroom floor?
E F#m
For every speck of tile there are a thousand more
E
That you won't ever see
A E D E F#m C# F# C#
But must hold inside yourself eternally
F#m
I drug your ghost across the country
and we plotted out my death
C#
In every city, memories would whisper
"Here is where you rest"
F#m
I was determined in Chicago
But I dug my teeth into my knees
C#
And I settled for a telephone
Sang into your machine
F#m
"You are my sunshine,
C#
My only sunshine.
F#m
You are my sunshine
C#
My only sunshine"
Bm E A D
Bm E A D
E F#
E F#
E A E D E
F#m
I kissed a girl with a broken jaw
That her father gave to her
C#
She had eyes bright enough to burn me
They reminded me of yours
F#m
And in a story told she was a little girl
In a red-rouge, sun-bruised field
C#
And there were rows of ripe tomatoes
Where a secret was concealed
F#m
And it rose like thunder
C#
Clapped under our hands
F#m
And it stretched for centuries
C#
To a diary entry's end where I wrote
F#m
"You make me happy (WHAT?)
C#
When the skies are gray
F#m
You make me happy (WHAT?)
C#
When skies are gray and gray and gray"
Bm E A D
Well the clock's heart it hangs inside its open chest
Bm E A D
With hands stretched towards the calendar hanging itself
E F#m
But I will not weep for those dying days
E F#m
For all the ones who've left there are a few that stayed
E A E D
And they found me here and pulled me from the grass
E F#m E F#m E...
Where I was laid
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