The Calendar Hung Itself�?� Bright Eyes
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Capo 2
Does he kiss [Em]your eyelids in the morning when you start to raise your head?
And does he sing to [Bm]you incessantly from the space between your bed and wall?
Does he walk a[Em]round all day at school with his feet inside your shoes?
Looking down e[Bm]very few steps to pretend he walks with you.
Does he know [Em]that place below your neck that is your favorite to be touched
and does he cry thro[Bm]ugh broken sentences like I love you far too much?
[Am]Does he la[D]y awake listeni[G]ng to your breath? [C]
[Am]Worried that you [D]smoke too many c[G]igarettes. [C]
Is he co[D]ughing now on a bathroom floo[Em]r?
For every speck[D] of tile there's a thousand more[Em]
you won't ever s[D]ee but most hold inside you[G]rself [D] [C]
[D]eternally
[Em] [Bm]
[Em] [Bm]
Well, I dr[Em]ug your ghost across the country and we plotted out my death.
In every city[Bm], memories would whisper: "Here is where you rest."
I was det[Em]ermined in Chicago but I dug my teeth into my knees
and I set[Bm]tled for a telephone and sang into your machine.
You are my sunshin[Em]e, my only sunshine [Bm]
You are my sunshin[Em]e, my only sunshine [Bm]
[Am] [D] [G] [C]
[Am] [D] [G] [C]
[D] [Em]
[D] [Em]
[D] [G] [D] [C]
[D]
I [Em]kissed a girl with a broken jaw that her father gave to her.
She had eyes bright e[Bm]nough to burn me. They reminded me of yours.
In a st[Em]ory told she was a little girl in a red-rouge, sun-bruised field
and there were rows of r[Bm]ipe tomatoes where a secret was concealed.
And it ros[Em]e like thunder, clapped under our hands. [Bm]
And it str[Em]etched for centuries to a diary entry's end [Bm]
where I wrote,
[Em]You make me happy oh!! when skies are gray [Bm]
[Em]You make me happy oh!! when skies are gray and gray and gray[Bm].
Well the cloc[Am]k's heart it hangs i[D]nside its open ches[G]t [C]
with its hands stretche[Am]d towards the calendar hanging [D]itself [G] [C]
but I wi[D]ll not weep for those dying days. [Em]
For all the ones[D] who have left there are a few that stayed. [Em]
And they found [D]me here and pulled me from th[G]e grass [D] [C]
[D]where I was laid.[Em]
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