Bright Eyes – The Calendar Hung Itself (Ukulele)

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                 F#m       
Does he kiss your eyelids in the morning

when you start to raise your head?

           C#
And does he sing to you incessantly

from the place between your bed and wall?

       F#m
Does he walk around all day at school

with his feet inside your shoes?

       C#
Looking down every few steps

to pretend he walks with you?

       F#m
Does he know that place below your neck

that is your favorite to be touched?

           C#
And does he cry through broken sentences

like "I love you far too much"?

Bm          E          A            D
Does he lay awake listening to your breath?  

Bm           E             A        D
Worried that you smoke too many cigarettes?

     E                 F#m
Is he coughing now on a bathroom floor?  

         E                         F#m
For every speck of tile there are a thousand more

              E
That you won't ever see

        A    E      D         E      F#m C# F# C#
But must hold inside yourself eternally

           F#m
I drug your ghost across the country

and we plotted out my death

        C#
In every city, memories would whisper

"Here is where you rest"

       F#m
I was determined in Chicago

But I dug my teeth into my knees

     C#
And I settled for a telephone

Sang into your machine

F#m
"You are my sunshine,

        C#
My only sunshine.

F#m
You are my sunshine

        C#
My only sunshine"

Bm E A D Bm E A D E F# E F# E A E D E

 F#m
I kissed a girl with a broken jaw

That her father gave to her

            C#
She had eyes bright enough to burn me

They reminded me of yours

        F#m
And in a story told she was a little girl

In a red-rouge, sun-bruised field

              C#
And there were rows of ripe tomatoes

Where a secret was concealed

      F#m
And it rose like thunder

                 C#
Clapped under our hands

      F#m
And it stretched for centuries

                  C#
To a diary entry's end where I wrote

F#m
"You make me happy (WHAT?)

                   C#  
When the skies are gray

F#m
You make me happy (WHAT?)

               C#
When skies are gray and gray and gray"

         Bm              E            A        D
Well the clock's heart it hangs inside its open chest

          Bm                    E        A         D
With hands stretched towards the calendar hanging itself

     E                       F#m
But I will not weep for those dying days

           E                            F#m
For all the ones who've left there are a few that stayed

        E                 A         E        D
And they found me here and pulled me from the grass

     E       F#m E F#m E...
Where I was laid