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 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
Hay veces que te gusta a pie de algunos de pasar la tarde
Summer warmed the open window of her honeymoon verano caliente la ventana abierta de su luna de miel
And she chose a yard to burn but the ground remembers her y ella eligió un patio para quemar la tierra, pero recuerda su
Wooden spoons, her children stir her bougainvillea blooms cucharas de madera, sus hijos agitar su bougainvillea flores
There are things that drift away like our endless, numbered days hay cosas que deriva lejos como nuestra interminable, numerados días
Autumn blew the quilt right off the perfect bed she made sopló el otoño edredón perfecto derecho de la cama hizo
And she's chosen to believe in the hymns her mother sings y ella es elegida para creer en la canta himnos a su madre
Sunday pulls its children from their piles of fallen leaves domingo tira sus niños de sus montones de hojas caídas
There are sailing ships that pass all our bodies in the grass hay barcos que pasan todos nuestros cuerpos en el césped
Springtime calls her children 'till she let's them go at last la primavera llama a sus hijos "hasta que vamos a ir a la última
And she's chosen where to be, though she's lost her wedding ring y ella es que para ser elegido, aunque ella perdió su anillo de boda
Somewhere near her misplaced jar of bougainvillea seeds fuera de lugar en algún lugar cerca de su frasco de semillas bougainvillea
There are things we can't recall, blind as night that finds us all hay cosas que no podemos recordar, como la noche ciega que encuentra todos nosotros
Winter tucks her children in, her fragile china dolls tucks invierno en sus hijos, su frágil china muñecas
But my hands remember hers, rolling 'round the shaded ferns pero mi recuerdo de ella las manos, rodando 'la vuelta de la sombra helechos
Naked arms, her secrets still like songs I'd never learned desnudo de armas, sus secretos siguen como canciones que nunca aprendió
There are names across the sea, only now I do believe hay nombres a través del mar, sólo que ahora sí creo
Sometimes, with the windows closed, she'll sit and think of me a veces, con las ventanas cerradas, llegará a sentarse y pensar en mí
But she'll mend his tattered clothes and they'll kiss as if they know pero ella reparar sus jirones de ropa y lo besa como si ellos saben
A baby sleeps in all our bones, so scared to be alone un bebé que duerme en todos nuestros huesos, tanto miedo a estar solo