Song of the Day: Iron & Wine - Passing Afternoon

Here is one of the most delicate and deeply touching songs I've ever heard. 

"Iron & Wine - Passing Afternoon "
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q0dP7iZv9K0

Beautiful.  Seasons, time passing, great vibe to the song.  I want to pick out some particularly good lyrics, but they're all good.  Things that drift away like our endless, numbered days.  A baby sleeps in all our bones, so scared to be alone.

And the saddest part, thinking of the past you can't get back.  Maybe a person you can't get back.

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

When I listen to this, I can't just listen to it once or twice, I just repeat it for a while.  Let it soak in.

Complete 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