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 it´s 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 her,
Rolling around 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