The Calendar Hung Itself Tabulatur von Bright Eyes (für Baryton)

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