The Calendar Hung Itself...

Lời bài hát kèm hợp âm cùng dòng

[Intro 1]
[Bm]
Does he [Em]kiss your

[Verse 1]
eyelids in the morning
when you start to raise your head?
And does [B]he sing to you incessantly from the
space between your bed and wall?
Does he [Em]walk around all day at school
with his feet inside your shoes?
Looking [B]down every few steps to
pretend he walks with you
Oh, does he [Em]know that place below your neck
that is your favorite to be touched?
And does he [B]cry through broken sentences
like I love you far too much?
[Am]Does he lay awake [D]listen
[Em]ing to y[G]our [C]breath?
Wor[Am]ried that you [D]smoke
too [G]many ci[C]garettes
Is [D]he coughing now [Em]on
a bathroom floor?
For every speck [D]of tile [Em]there's
a thousand more
That you won't [D]ever see but most hold
[Bm]inside [C]yourself [D]etern[Em]ally.
[B][Em]

[Verse 2]
[B]
[Em]Well, I drug your ghost across
the country and we plotted out my death
In every [B]city, memories would whisper,
"Here is where you rest"
I was de[Em]termined in Chicago but
I dug my teeth into my knees
And [B]I settled for a telephone and

[Verse 3]
sang into your machine
[Em]You are my sunshine, my only sunshin[B]e
[Em]You are my sunshine,
my [Am]only [Em]sun [B]shin[G]e
[B][Am]

[Verse 4]
[Dm]And[G][C][Am][D][G][C][D]
[Am]I kissed a gir[Em]l with a
broken jaw that her father gave [C]to her
She had [Em]eyes [B]bright enough to burn me,
they reminded me of yours
And in [C]a story told she was a little [Em]girl
in a red-rouge sun-bruised field
field
field
And there were [B]rows of ripe tomatoes
where a secret was concealed
[Em]And it rose like thunder,
clapped under [B]our hands
[Em]And it stretched for centuries to a diary
[B]entry's end where I wrote

[Verse 5]
[Em]"You make me happy" (whoa) oh,
when the skies are [B]gray
[Em]"You make me happy" (whoa) The
skies are [B]gray and gray and gray
Well the clock[Am]'s heart

[Verse 6]
it hang[D]s inside
it[G]s open [C]chest with its hands
Stretched [Am]towards the cal
[D]endar [G]hanging [C]it self
But I will [D]not weep [Em]for those dying days
For all the ones [D]who have left
there [Em]are a few that stayed
And they found [D]me here and pulled me [C]from the grass
where [D]I w[Em]as laid

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