The reddest blues-The Widest Smiling Faces

[00:20.30]Gabriel walks swiftly past the sailboats in his eyes so sad [00:30.34]To see but feeling weak he sits below and sighs [00:38.70]They cannot hope to claim themselves and so [00:44.69]They sleep in scorn but lost from their dishonesty they wash up on the shore [01:00.88]An old man with a crooked bend sits on a favorite rose [01:10.43]He breathes the leaves of willow trees as salt falls out his nose [01:19.86]And when the day moves futher away his cane he reaches [01:27.84]For to bless the ground he stands upon and rest against the door [01:41.01]She always said she hated to be the things she'd always [01:47.87]Been and now it seems that old machines have pulled her back again [02:00.29]And all the cures that she has heard have left her [02:06.84]On the floor to wait for when the hinge creeks in so she can beg for more [02:23.18]And please don't feel bad we're just picking our scabs sitting in the dark [02:33.74]I heard your words blow I watched you from [02:38.11]My window how could you lose your heart [03:05.87]With one foot in the devils door all claybellies [03:14.42]And snow I took a swirl in inky dew and found myself alone [03:27.66]To have come so far and faked the view as worms and [03:34.89]Algaes grow I'm in my dark head silhouette with the reddest blues