The Calendar Hung Itself chords by Bright Eyes

Verse 1]

         F#5
Does he kiss your eyelids in the morning when you start to raise your head?
            C#5
And does he sing to you incessantly from the space between your bed and wall?
        F#5
Does he walk around all day at school with his feet inside your shoes?
        C#5
Looking down every few steps to pretend he walks with you.
        F#5
Does he know that place below your neck that is your favorite to be touched
            C#5
And does he cry through broken sentences like I love you far too much?

Chorus 1:

Bm            E7          A           D
Does he lay awake listening to your breath?
Bm           E7            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                           A*   E      D        E
That you won't ever see but most hold inside yourself eternally.

instrumental:
F#5 C#5  2x

Verse 2:

             F#5
I drug your ghost across the country and we plotted out my death.
           C#5
In every city, memories would whisper: "Here is where you rest."
          F#5
I was determined in Chicago but I dug my teeth into my knees
       C#5
And I settled for a telephone and sang into your machine.
F#5
You are my sunshine, my only sunshine
C#5
You are my sunshine, my only sunshine

Instrumental:
Bm  E7  A  D (2x) end on E

Verse 3:

   F#5
I kissed a girl with a broken jaw that her father gave to her.
           C#5
She had eyes bright enough to burn me. They reminded me of yours.
      F#5
In a story told she was a little girl in a red-rouge,
                                 C#5
Sun-bruised field and there were rows of ripe tomatoes where a secret was concealed.
        F#5                                 C#5
And it rose like thunder, clapped under our hands.
        F#5                                       C#5
And it stretched for centuries to a diary entry's end where I wrote,
F#5                                 C#5
You make me happy When the skies are gray
F#5                                  C#5
You make me happy when the skies are gray and gray and gray.

Chorus 2:

           Bm              E7          A         D
Well the clock's heart it hangs inside its open chest with its hands
 Bm                     E7        A      D         E                         F#m
Stretched towards the calendar hanging itself but I will not weep for those dying days.
             E                              F#m
For all the ones who have left there are a few that stayed.
            E                A*        E        D      E           F#5   C#5
And they found me here and pulled me from the grass where I was laid.

Outro:
F#5  C#5 (4x)