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 that 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 must 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
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 (Right!)
When skies are gray
You make me happy (Right!)
Oh, when skies are gray and gray and gray"

Well, the clock’s heart it hangs inside it's open chest
With it's hands stretched towards the calendar hanging itself
But I will not weep for those dying days
For all the ones who left, there's a few that stayed
And they found me here and pulled me from the grass
Where I was laid