Luyện nghe bài hát Calendar Hung Itself...

Does he kiss eyelids in the morning
When you start to your head?
And does he sing to you
From the space your bed and walls?

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

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

Does he lay awake listening to breath?
Worried, you smoke too many
Is he coughing now on a floor?
For every speck of tile
A more you won't ever see
But you must hold yourself eternally

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

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

You are my
My sunshine
You are my
My sunshine

And I kissed a girl a broken jaw
her father gave to her
She had bright enough
To me they reminded me of yours

And in a story told she was a little
In a red-rouge, sun-bruised
And there rows of ripe tomatoes
a secret was concealed

And it like thunder
under our hands
And it stretched for
To a diary end

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

Well the heart it hangs
Inside it's open chest with it's hands
Towards the calendar itself
But I will not weep for those dying

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