To The Man Called Blue

Here's the truth...

An Enchanted Evening in Venice by Thomas Edwin Mostyn (1864-1930)

She'd gone through oceans and back

rails and rails, pity flavored faces

She'd visited hell and heaven,

and found her teenage person rights where the line ends between them

Why does he always looks so fine?

a good guy from afar

Why does he looks so pale and blue sometimes?

Bet he smells like the summer shores

Maybe his favorite hobby is dreaming,

right beside the coffee cups and recorded scenes

Maybe his favorite lullaby is the rhythm and the hymns of the broken ones

The worst thing about that is,

when he's asleep, there's no chance I'd be able to see his eyes

(through this magical screen)