Of Angels And Angles

There are angels in your angles There's a low moon caught in your tangles There's a ticking at the sill There's a purr of a pigeon to break the still of day As on we go drowning Down we go away And darling, we go drowning Down we go away, away There's a tough word on your crossword There's a bed bug nipping a finger There's a swallow, there's a calm Here's a hand to lay on your open palm today As on we go drowning Down we go away And darling, we go drowning Down we go away, away There are angels in your angles There's a low moon caught in your tangles