The Calendar Hung Itself bright eyes
Lyrics and guitar chords
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F#m
-2--C#
-4--Bm
-2---E
0---A
0---D
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Does he kiss your
F#m
eyelids in the morningwhen you start to raise your head?
And does he
C#
sing to you incessantlyfrom the place between your bed and wall?
Does he
F#m
walk around all day at schoolwith his feet inside your shoes?
Looking
C#
down every few stepsto pretend he walks with you?
Does he
F#m
know that place below your neckthat is your favorite to be touched?
And does he
C#
cry through broken sentenceslike "I love you far too much"?
Bm
Does he lay E
awake listeA
ning to your D
breath?Bm
Worried that E
you smoke too A
many cigaD
rettes?Is he
E
coughing now on a F#m
bathroom floor?For every
E
speck of tile there are a F#m
thousand moreThat you won't
E
ever seeBut must
A
hold E
inside D
yourself eE
ternallF#m
y C#
F#
C#
I drug your
F#m
ghost across the countryand we plotted out my death
In every
C#
city, memories would whisper"Here is where you rest"
I was de
F#m
termined in ChicagoBut I dug my teeth into my knees
And I
C#
settled for a telephoneSang into your machine
"
F#m
You are my sunshine,My only
C#
sunshine.F#m
You are my sunshineMy 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 jawThat her father gave to her
She had eyes
C#
bright enough to burn meThey reminded me of yours
And in a
F#m
story told she was a little girlIn a red-rouge, sun-bruised field
And there were
C#
rows of ripe tomatoesWhere a secret was concealed
And it
F#m
rose like thunderClapped under our
C#
handsAnd it
F#m
stretched for centuriesTo a diary entry's
C#
end where I wrote"
F#m
You make me happy (WHAT?)When the skies are
C#
grayF#m
You make me happy (WHAT?)When skies are
C#
gray and gray and gray"Well the c
Bm
lock's heart it E
hangs inside A
its open D
chestWith hands
Bm
stretched towards the E
calendar A
hanging itD
selfBut I
E
will not weep for those F#m
dying daysFor all the
E
ones who've left there are a F#m
few that stayedAnd they
E
found me here and A
pulled me E
from the D
grassE
F#m
E
F#m
E...Where I was laid
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