As we go drowning :: video of the day

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,

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