(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