Blue and blue and bluer still She is awake & sees angels at her sill The bird counts the time and hangs in the chill
Blind and blind and blinder still The girl in the back swallows the daily thrill She wraps her ache twice & hopes the world stands still
Strange and strange and stranger still She prays and stays and grabs for one more year White smoke for the new pope says there's nothing to fear
Cold and cold and colder still She looks out the window, straight to Beacon Hill And she will lie to purify this fear she can't distill
Gonna be hard to spit out? Gonna be hard to make out?
Blue and blue and bluer still She is awake & sees angels at her sill The bird counts the time and hangs in the chill More from Amanda Garrigues