Angeline (Live)

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

Yeah 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 Angeline

My sweet Angeline, you 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

Oh 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?'

Now Angeline, oh my Angeline

Sweet Angeline, you have rendered me unseen

I would cry a million smiles for my Indian City queen.