The Calendar Hung Itself

Chords

Standard

			Em
Does he kiss your eyelids in the morning when you start to raise your head?
 		Bmaj
And does he sing to you incessantly from the space between your bed and wall?
 		Em
Does he walk around all day at school with his feet inside your shoes?
 		Bmaj
Looking down every few steps to pretend he walks with you.
		Em
Oh does he know that place below your neck that is your favorite to be touched,
 		Bmaj
and does he cry through broken sentences that I love you far too much?

D7			Bb	A		D
	Does he lay awake listen-ing to your breath?
D7		Bb		A		D
	Worried you smoke too many cigar-ettes.
 		E		F#
Is he coughing now, on a bathroom floor?
			E		F#
For every speck of tile there's a thousand more,
			E
you won't ever see.
(one strum)(F#) 	(E)	D	E
     but must hold inside yourself eternally.
Em  Bmaj  Em  Bmaj

				Em
Well I drug your ghost across the country and we plotted out my death.
			Bmaj
In every city, memories would whisper, Here is where you rest.
			Em
I was de-termined in Chicago but I dug my teeth into my knees,
		Bmaj
and I settled for a telephone and sang into your machine.
Em						Bmaj
 	You are my sunshine, my only sun-shine.
Em						Bmaj
 	You are my sunshine, my only sun-shine.

D7			Bb	A		D
D7			Bb	A		D
E		F#		(E)

		Em
And I kissed a girl with a broken jaw that her father gave to her.
				Bmaj
She had eyes bright enough to burn me. They reminded me of yours.
			Em
And In a story told she was a little girl in a red-rouge, sun-bruised field
				Bmaj
and there were rows of ripe tomatoes where a secret was concealed.
 		 Em					Bmaj
And it rose like thunder, clapped under our hands.
		  Em					Bmaj
And it stretched for centuries to a diary entries end
				Em			Bmaj
where I wrote,      You make me happy (WHAT!?) oh when skies are gray.
 Em						Bmaj
	You make me happy oh when skies are gray, and gray, and gray.

			D7	Bb	A	D
Well the clock's heart it hangs inside its open chest
	D7	Bb	A	D
with hands stretched towards the calendar hanging it-self
	E	F#
but I will not weep for those dying days.
	E	F#
For all the ones who've left there's a few that stayed.
	E
And they found me here
	(F#)	E	D	E
and pulled me from the grass where I was laid.

Em   Bmaj   Em   Bmaj