Sweet Angeline

(ian hunter) Oh angeline, I love you, your mouth is like a sting And when I close my eyes each night, I often hear you sing Imagination's hidden book, you wrote it on the wing And when I vowed to comfort you, well you swallowed everything Angeline, oh my angeline My sweet angeline - you have rendered me unseen I would cry a million smiles for my indian city queen Well your body it is broken in so many different ways And when I stoop to find your head, well it disappeared in haze. Your blood flows like the finest juice - the kiss of burgundy And where it comes from no one knows, but where it's going I can't see Angeline, oh my angeline My sweet angeline - (y'know) you have rendered me unseen I would cry a million smiles for my indian city queen Angeline, oh my angeline You little angeline - you have rendered me unseen I would cry a million smiles for my indian city queen And your crystal-coloured cardboard bins - attack me from the paint And I think that I am getting lost among the swollen states Oh rescue me or bury me, for I care not what you do There is just one thing that I want to say am I really you Angeline, oh my angeline My sweet angeline - you have rendered me unseen I would cry a million smiles for my indian city queen