Bright Eyes The Calendar Hung Its Self Lyrics

The Calendar Hung Its Self 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 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 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 grey 

You make me happy 

the skies are grey 

and grey 

and grey.”




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.