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Passing Afternoon - Iron & Wine
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 the piles of fallen leaves
There are sailing ships that pass all our bodies in the grass

Springtime calls her children 'till 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