Does he kiss your eyelids in the morning
When you start to raise your head?
And does he sing to you incessantly
From the place 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
Like '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
That you won't ever see
But most 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
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 its open chest
With hands stretched towards the calendar hanging itself
But I will not weep for those dying days brother
For all the ones who've left there's a few that've stayed
And they found me here
And pulled me from the grass where I was laid