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 dayAs on we go drowning
Down we go away
And darling, we go drowning
Down we go away, awayThere'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 todayAs on we go drowning
Down we go away
And darling, we go drowning
Down we go away, away