Luyện nghe bài hát The Calendar Hung Its Self

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

I drug your ghost the country
and we out my death.
In every city, memories whisper,
is where you rest.
I was in Chicago
but I dug my teeth into my
and I settled for a
and into your machine.
You are my sunshine, my sunshine

I a girl with a broken jaw
that her gave 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 were rows of ripe tomatoes
where a was concealed.
And it rose thunder,
clapped our hands.
And it for centuries
to a entry's end
I wrote,
You me happy
when the skies are
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 weep for dying days.
For all the ones who have
there are a few stayed.
And found me here
and me from the grass
I was laid.