Angeline sits in a lavender garden, sipping her water and browsing her books, ranging the lines that are rolling around in her head

Angeline leans on her chemical dreams, down in the garden, browsing her looks

She makes you crazy and think that she's out of her head

Angeline visits from somewhere out on the

Coast going anywhere while she's removing her rose

Angeline says, I heard you were dead, singing you songs somewhere across the ocean Join the dead poets where you knew that you've always belonged

I replied in a whisper, I'm still quite alive, writing my songs in perpetual motion, Angeline smiles, asks me to join her in bed

Angeline visits from somewhere out on the coast, go with her anywhere while she's just jotting down notes

Oh, Angeline. Goodbye, Angeline

Angeline waits in a calico room, sipping her wine in a lavender garden covering the doorways and cobwebs filling her head and Angeline begs him for the morning

Tipping her hand, make the most of

Her offer, he's stayed too late, spent the night lost in her bed

Angeline dreams about someone out on the coast

And you'd go with her any day, let her believe what she's not

Oh, Angeline, Goodbye Angeline

And she's all you ever want, all you ever need, and she's always there

You know, I took advantage too much

And she's always down

She falls down. She lays down. She falls down. She falls down. She lays down