Angeline (Live)-Ian Hunter

Angeline (Live) - Ian Hunter Hunter Oh Angeline, I love you, your mouth is like a sting And when I close my eyes each night, I often hear you sing Imagination's hidden book, you wrote it on the wing And when I vowed to comfort you, well you swallowed everything. Angeline, oh my Angeline My sweet Angeline, you have rendered me unseen Yeah I would cry a million smiles for my Indian City queen. Well your body it is broken in so many different ways And when I stoop to find your head, well it disappeared in haze Your blood flows like the finest juice, the kiss of burgundy And where it comes from, no one knows, but where it's going I can't see. Angeline, oh Angeline My sweet Angeline, you know you have rendered me unseen I would cry a million smiles for my Indian City queen. Angeline, oh my Angeline You little Angeline, you have rendered me unseen Oh I would cry a million smiles for my Indian City queen. And your crystal-coloured cardboard bins attack me from the paint And I think that I am getting lost among the swollen states Oh rescue me or bury me, for I care not what you do There is just one thing that I want to say 'Am I really you ?' Now Angeline, oh my Angeline Sweet Angeline, you have rendered me unseen I would cry a million smiles for my Indian City queen.