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 darlingwe 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 swallowthere s a calm Here s a hand to lay on your open palm today As on we go drowning Down we go away And darlingwe go a-drowning Down we go away Away There are angels in your angles There s a low moon caught in your tangles

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