Luyện nghe bài hát The Calendar Hung Its Self

Does he kiss eyelids in the morning
when you start to your head?
And does he sing to you
from the between your bed and wall?
Does he walk around all day at
with his feet inside your
Looking every few steps
to he walks with you.
he know that place below your neck
that is favourite to be touched
and does he cry through broken
like I you far too much?
Does he lay awake to your breath?
Worried you smoke too many cigarettes.
Is he now
on a bathroom
For speck of tile
are a thousand more
that you won't see
but most hold yourself
eternally.

I drug ghost across the country
and we out my death.
In city, memories would whisper,
is where you rest.
I was determined in
but I dug my teeth my knees
and I for a telephone
and sang into machine.
You are my sunshine, my only

I a girl with a broken jaw
that her father to her.
She had eyes enough to burn me.
reminded me of yours.
In a story she was a little girl
in a red-rouge, field
and there were rows of tomatoes
where a was concealed.
And it like thunder,
under our hands.
And it for centuries
to a diary end
I wrote,
You make me
when the are grey
You make me
the are grey
and
and grey.

Well the clock's it hangs inside its open chest
with its hands stretched towards the hanging itself
but I will not weep for dying days.
For all the ones who left
there are a few stayed.
And they found me
and pulled me from the
I was laid.