Those sad and lovely bones
It was a third world town I felt a wedding bell shiver From a prayer for the permanent Warmer tears on my sleeve
Sometimes I can't remember nothing Sometimes it shadows everything Some Sundays it's as loud as thunder In the morning when the telephone rings Clearer days in some distant forecast Dark days in the present past In the blur of some phantom widescreen I'll let go of what I never had
She took a mouthful of rain With a gutter full of pills She wrote, "I handled the pain, But it's the hope that kills"
Sometimes I can't remember nothing Sometimes it shadows everything Some Sundays it's as loud as thunder In the morning when the telephone rings Clearer days in some distant forecast Dark days in this present past In the blur of some phantom widescreen I'll let go of what I never had