Luyện nghe bài hát The Calendar Hung Its Self

Does he kiss eyelids in the morning
when you start to raise your
And he sing to you incessantly
from the place between your bed and
Does he around all day at school
with his feet your shoes?
Looking every few steps
to pretend he with you.
Does he know place below your neck
is your favourite to be touched
and does he cry broken sentences
like I you far too much?
Does he lay awake listening to breath?
that you smoke too many cigarettes.
Is he now
on a floor?
For every of tile
there are a more
that you won't see
but most hold inside
eternally.

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

I kissed a girl a broken jaw
that her gave to her.
She had eyes bright to burn me.
reminded me of yours.
In a story she was a little girl
in a red-rouge, sun-bruised
and there rows of ripe tomatoes
a secret was concealed.
And it like thunder,
clapped our hands.
And it stretched for
to a diary end
I wrote,
You me happy
the skies are grey
You me happy
the skies are
and
and grey.

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