Angeline

It's coming back to me where we are
In the ruins of an old dancehall
Dust settled on the chairs and floor
I can still remember what you wore
A camo coat and your hair draped down
Tapping out simple steps on the ground
I can hear "Oh! You Pretty Things"
For a summer that's all we wanted to sing

Oh Angeline

It's coming back to me where we are
A seaside room, waiting out the war
Books occupied the chairs and floor
Where you stood is now a blur
On the mend from a nasty fall
My shoes were soakеd, that's all I recall
We ran through cars, as day turns night
You werе singing in the shadow of a grey streetlight

Oh Angeline

We sit on your carpet
Of your empty apartment
Trying to forget
We sit on your carpet
Of your empty
Drinking to forget

Oh, Angeline