Iron & Wine – Passing Afternoon

Iron & Wine – Passing Afternoon
Lyrics:
There are times that walk from you like some pa*sing 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 their piles of fallen leaves

There are sailing ships that pa*s all our bodies in the gra*s
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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39 comments

  1. Joe says:

    shit man
    I just f**king wept
    not cried
    I was f**king breaking down
    S4E16 House
    20 minutes of crying…
    then I listened to the song
    bit more crying
    then I looked at my own sad face in the mirror
    bit more crying
    that shit is sad

    Excuse me
    (grabs third pack of kleenex: mansize)

  2. Erin Melissa Benedict says:

    God Bless my Man Sam? I couldn’t, I wouldn’t want to live without his music.

  3. Joe says:

    Yes, House was sad commenters. On this we agree. But take a moment to listen to the song and however you interpret it, this is one of the saddest stories you likely will ever hear, and told wonderfully through metaphor. Sad through the tale of a woman who is bound more to tokenistic meaning of marriage than her hearts true feelings (the hymns of religon her ‘mother sings’ because she is ‘scared to be alone’) or through the man who knows she has done so and now knows he is fated to live as worse than forgotten but a memory that forever means she can only kiss as if she knows.

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