(ian 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   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 my angeline   My sweet angeline - (y'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   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      Angeline, oh my angeline   My sweet angeline - you have rendered me unseen   I would cry a million smiles for my indian city queen