[ti:Passing Afternoon]
[ar:Iron ; Wine]
[al:Our Endless Numbered Days]
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[00:00.00]Passing Afternoon (Album) - Iron & Wine
[00:01.69]There are times that walk from you like some passing afternoon
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[00:10.92]Summer warmed the open window of her honeymoon
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[00:19.81]And she chose a yard to burn but the ground remembers her
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[00:29.99]Wooden spoons  her children stir her Bougainvillea blooms
[00:38.47]There are things that drift away like our endless  numbered days
[00:48.73]Autumn blew the quilt right off the perfect bed she made
[00:57.33]And she's chosen to believe in the hymns her mother sings
[01:07.46]Sunday pulls its children from the piles of fallen leaves
[01:16.07]There are sailing ships that pass all our bodies in the grass
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[01:26.24]Springtime calls her children 'till she let's them go at last
[01:34.85]And she's chosen where to be  though she's lost her wedding ring
[01:43.72]Somewhere near her misplaced jar of Bougainvillea seeds
[01:53.76]There are things we can't recall  blind as night that finds us all
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[02:03.93]Winter tucks her children in  her fragile china dolls
[02:12.23]But my hands remember hers  rolling 'round the shaded ferns
[02:22.59]Naked arms  her secrets still like songs I'd never learned
[02:30.14]There are names across the sea  only now I do believe
[02:41.43]Sometimes  with the windows closed  she'll sit and think of me
[02:50.23]But she'll mend his tattered clothes and they'll kiss as if they know
[02:59.97]A baby sleeps in all our bones  so scared to be alone