as we go drowning

"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."

of angels and angles ~ the decemberists