Låttexter: Decemberists. Picaresque. 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 day

As on we go drowning
Down we go away
And darling, we go 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 drowning
Down we go away, away

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