Iron and Wine's Passing Afternoon is one of the best tracks in their album, 'Our Endless Numbered Days'. I first heard their song, 'Flightless Bird, American Mouth' on Twilight OST and I was amazed eversince. This song, Passing Afternoon is lovely, though the lyrics a bit sad, the words really cuts deep through our emotions. A song about love and lost, memories you will always remember but you'll never be the same, never would be complete again once you've lost that one very special person in your life. It's not that they had a change of heart but something far beyond our control, death.
'There are things that drift away like our endless, numbered days...
There are things we can't recall, blind as night that finds us all
Sometimes, with the windows closed, she'll sit and think of me...
A baby sleeps in all our bones, so scared to be alone.'
A baby sleeps in all our bones, so scared to be alone.'
PASSING AFTERNOON
Iron and 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 it's children from their 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
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