Bright Eyes vs. Her Space Holiday

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The Calender Hung Itself

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?
Oh, does he know that place below your neck
That is your favorite 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 you smoke too many cigarettes?
Is he coughing now on a bathroom floor?
For every speck of tile there's a thousand more
That you won't ever see
But most hold inside yourself eternally
Well, 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
Sang into your machine
"You are my sunshine, my only sunshine
You are my sunshine, my only sunshine"
And 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, oh, when skies are gray
You make me happy, oh, when skies are gray and gray and gray"
Well the clock's heart it hangs inside its open chest
With hands stretched towards the calendar hanging itself
But I will not weep for those dying days
For all the ones who've left there's a few that've stayed
And they found me here
And pulled me from the grass where I was laid

Contrast and Compare (Making Words Work Mix)

Contrast and compare
Between the busy ones and the ones who don't care
So I drift through these days
Of appointments and promises made
They'll all end up broken
And quickly replaced
Days drag on
There is nothing to do, oh well
Group of kids, line of cars
more will show up after the bars
Bottles break, music plays
conversations competing for space
I look for a corner
Or a quieter room
They'll all end up broken
And quickly replaced
There's no heat in this house
I can't breathe with these words in my mouth
I'm not going to say them
Yeah, I've made that mistake before
On the stairs, she grabs my arm
Says whats up, where you been, is something wrong?
I just smile
And say everything's fine