Does He Kiss Your Eyelids In The Morning When You Start To Raise Your Head?


And Does He Sing To You, Incessantly, From The Space Between Your Bed And Wall?


Does He Walk Around All Day At School, With His Feet Inside Your Shoes?


Looking Down Every Few Steps To Pretend He Walks With You?


Oh, Does He Know That Place Below Your Neck That's Your Favorite To Be Touched?


And Does He Cry Through Broken Sentences Like, "I Love You Far Too Much"?





Does He Lay Awake Listening To Your Breath?


Worried You Smoke Too Many Cigarettes?


Is He Coughing Now?


On A Bathroom Floor?


For Every Speck Of Tile


There's A Thousand More


You Won't Ever See


But Most Hold Inside Yourself


Eternally





Well, I Drug Your Ghost Across The Country


And We Plotted Out My Death


In Every City, Memories Would Whisper,


"Here Is Where You Rest."





I Was Determined In Chicago


But I Dug My Teeth Into My Knees


And I Settled For A Telephone


Sang Into Your Machine,





"You Are My Sunshine,


My Only Sunshine.


You Are My Sunshine,


My Only Sunshine."





And I Kissed A Girl With A Broken Jaw


That Her Father Gave To Her


She Had Eyes Bright Enough To Burn Me;


They Reminded Me Of Yours


And In A Story Told, She Was A Little Girl In A Red-rouge, Sun-bruised Field


And There Were Rows Of Ripe Tomatoes, Where A Secret Was Concealed


And It Rose Like Thunder


Clapped Under Our Hands


And It Stretched For Centuries


To A Diary Entry's End


Where I Wrote,





"You Make Me Happy,


Oh, When Skies Are Gray.


You Make Me Happy


Oh, When Skies Are Gray, Gray, Gray."





Well The Clock's Heart It Hangs Inside Its Open Chest


With Its Hands Stretched Towards The Calendar Hanging Itself


But I Will Not Weep


For Those Dying Days


For All The Ones Who've Left


There's A Few That Stayed


And They Found Me Here


And Pulled Me From The Grass


Where I Was Laid