The Calender Hung Itself
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.
Not to sound utterly emo, but I have so much nostalgia that has attatched itself to Bright Eyes. I just found an old burnt copy of Fevers & Mirrors....love it still.
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.
Not to sound utterly emo, but I have so much nostalgia that has attatched itself to Bright Eyes. I just found an old burnt copy of Fevers & Mirrors....love it still.