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