Down to the Bottom of the Bed

We are Wolves

He will make the face of Heaven so fine
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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
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