Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Passing Afternoon, artist - Iron & Wine. Album song Our Endless Numbered Days, in the genre Инди
Date of issue: 21.03.2019
Record label: Sub Pop
Song language: English
Passing Afternoon |
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 its 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 lets 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 |