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.