Luyện nghe bài hát Calendar Hung Itself...

Does he your eyelids in the morning
When you start to raise your
And does he to you incessantly
From the between your bed and walls?

Does he walk around all day at
his feet inside your shoes?
Looking down every few
To pretend he walks you

Oh, does he know place below
Your neck that is your to be touched?
And does he cry through sentences
That I love you far too

Does he lay listening to your breath?
Worried, you too many cigarettes
Is he coughing now on a floor?
For speck of tile there's
A thousand more you won't see
But you must inside yourself eternally

I drag your ghost across the country
And we out my death
In every city, memories whisper
is where you rest

I was determined in
But I dug my into my knees
And I settled for a
And sang your machine

You are my
My only
You are my
My sunshine

And I kissed a with a broken jaw
That her father to her
She had eyes enough
To me they reminded me of yours

And in a story she was a little girl
In a red-rouge, field
And there were rows of ripe
Where a was concealed

And it rose thunder
Clapped our hands
And it stretched for
To a diary end

Where I
You make me happy, oh skies are gray
You make me happy, oh when are gray
And gray, and

the clock's heart it hangs
Inside it's open chest it's hands stretched
Towards the calendar itself
But I not weep for those dying days

For all the ones who've
There's a few that
And found me here and pulled me
From the where I was laid