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 is your favorite to be touched,
And does he cry through broken sentences that I love you far too much?
Does he lay awake listening to your breath?
Worried 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 you 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 and 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
And 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
Oh when skies are gray
You make me happy 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've left there's a few that stayed
And they found me here and pulled me from the grass where I was laid