Gaslight Anthem

They say red sky at night, sailors delight.
They're smiling tonight, sleeping with eyes shut tight.

Finding our voices in dark black ink, between us and them it's the only link.

Misinterpreting everything inside a wink, when in reality it was an involuntary blink.

Practicing our forms of legless love, strange and as broken as a fallen dove.

Cold hans covered in gloves, colder hands with a lack thereof.