The reddest blues - The Widest Smiling Faces

The reddest blues - The Widest Smiling Faces
Gabriel walks swiftly past the sailboats in his eyes so sad
To see but feeling weak he sits below and sighs
They cannot hope to claim themselves and so
They sleep in scorn but lost from their dishonesty they wash up on the shore
An old man with a crooked bend sits on a favorite rose
He breathes the leaves of willow trees as salt falls out his nose
And when the day moves futher away his cane he reaches
For to bless the ground he stands upon and rest against the door
She always said she hated to be the things she'd always
Been and now it seems that old machines have pulled her back again
And all the cures that she has heard have left her
On the floor to wait for when the hinge creeks in so she can beg for more
And please don't feel bad we're just picking our scabs sitting in the dark
I heard your words blow I watched you from
My window how could you lose your heart
With one foot in the devils door all claybellies
And snow I took a swirl in inky dew and found myself alone
To have come so far and faked the view as worms and
Algaes grow I'm in my dark head silhouette with the reddest blues