(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