Iron & Wine - Passing Afternoon Lyrics
There are times that walk from you like some passing afternoonSummer warmed the open window of her honeymoonAnd she chose a yard to burn but the ground remembers herWooden spoons, her children stir her Bougainvillea bloomsThere are things that drift away like our endless, numbered daysAutumn blew the quilt right off the perfect bed she madeAnd she's chosen to believe in the hymns her mother singsSunday pulls its children from the piles of fallen leavesThere are sailing ships that pass all our bodies in the grassSpringtime calls her children until she let's them go at lastAnd she's chosen where to be, though she's lost her wedding ringSomewhere near her misplaced jar of Bougainvillea seedsThere are things we can't recall, Blind as night that finds us allWinter tucks her children in, her fragile china dollsBut my hands remember hers, rolling around the shaded ferns***** arms, her secrets still like songs I'd never learnedThere are names across the sea, only now I do believeSometimes, with the window closed, she'll sit and think of meBut she'll mend his tattered clothes and they'll kiss as if they knowA baby sleeps in all our bones, so scared to be alonespringtime
