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