Of Angels and Angles

The Decemberists

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 a-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 a-drowning 
Down we go away 
Away 

There are angels in your angles 
There's a low moon caught in your tangles