Iron And Wine Passing Afternoon Lyrics

Passing Afternoon Lyrics

There are times that walk from you like some passing afternoon 

Summer
warmed the open window of her honeymoon 

And she chose a yard to burn but
the ground remembers her 

Wooden spoons, her children stir her
Bougainvillea blooms 



There are things that drift away like our
endless, numbered days 

Autumn blew the quilt right off the perfect bed
she made 

And she's chosen to believe in the hymns her mother sings 

Sunday pulls its children from their piles of fallen leaves 



There are sailing ships that pass all our bodies in the grass 

Springtime calls her children 'till she let's them go at last 

And
she's chosen where to be, though she's lost her wedding ring 

Somewhere
near her misplaced jar of Bougainvillea seeds 



There are things we
can't recall, blind as night that finds us all 

Winter tucks her children
in, her fragile china dolls 

But my hands remember hers, rolling 'round
the shaded ferns 

Naked arms, her secrets still like songs I'd never
learned 



There are names across the sea, only now I do believe


Sometimes, with the windows closed, she'll sit and think of me 

But she'll mend his tattered clothes and they'll kiss as if they know 

A baby sleeps in all our bones, so scared to be alone