Passing Afternoon (Demo) - Iron & Wine Lyrics by：Sam Beam Composed by：Sam Beam There are times that walk from you Like some passing afternoon Summer warmed the open window of her honeymoon And she chose a yard to burn But the ground remembers her Wooden spoons her children stir her Bougainvillea blooms There are things that drift away Like our endless numbered days Autumn blew the quilt right off the perfect bed she made And she's chosen to believe In the hymns her mother sings Sunday pulls it's children from their piles of fallen leaves There are sailing ships that pass All our bodies in the grass Springtime calls her children 'til she let's them go at last And she's chosen where to be Though she's lost her wedding ring Somewhere near her misplaced jar of Bougainvillea seeds There are things we can't recall Blind as night that finds us all Winter tucks her children in her fragile China dolls But my hands remember hers Rolling 'round the shaded ferns Naked arms her secrets still like songs I'd never learned There are names across the sea Only now I do believe Sometimes with the windows closed she'll sit and think of me But she'll mend his tattered clothes And they'll kiss as if they know A baby sleeps in all our bones so scared to be alone
[id:$00000000] [ar:Iron & Wine] [ti:Passing Afternoon (Demo)] [by:] [hash:e4dc7bf2f40b49edf1f645b054b880c5] [al:] [sign:] [qq:] [total:0] [offset:0] [00:00.00]Passing Afternoon (Demo) - Iron & Wine [00:00.11]Lyrics by：Sam Beam [00:00.22]Composed by：Sam Beam [00:00.33]There are times that walk from you [00:05.78]Like some passing afternoon [00:12.03]Summer warmed the open window of her honeymoon [00:21.77]And she chose a yard to burn [00:26.95]But the ground remembers her [00:33.15]Wooden spoons her children stir her Bougainvillea blooms [00:42.70]There are things that drift away [00:47.91]Like our endless numbered days [00:54.00]Autumn blew the quilt right off the perfect bed she made [01:03.45]And she's chosen to believe [01:08.59]In the hymns her mother sings [01:14.67]Sunday pulls it's children from their piles of fallen leaves [01:24.09]There are sailing ships that pass [01:29.22]All our bodies in the grass [01:35.23]Springtime calls her children 'til she let's them go at last [01:44.67]And she's chosen where to be [01:49.80]Though she's lost her wedding ring [01:55.90]Somewhere near her misplaced jar of Bougainvillea seeds [02:05.35]There are things we can't recall [02:10.52]Blind as night that finds us all [02:16.62]Winter tucks her children in her fragile China dolls [02:25.96]But my hands remember hers [02:31.18]Rolling 'round the shaded ferns [02:37.06]Naked arms her secrets still like songs I'd never learned [02:46.29]There are names across the sea [02:51.47]Only now I do believe [02:57.47]Sometimes with the windows closed she'll sit and think of me [03:06.76]But she'll mend his tattered clothes [03:11.86]And they'll kiss as if they know [03:17.67]A baby sleeps in all our bones so scared to be alone