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 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