[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