Dozing bumble, get off her shoulder
She wants to be still, she wants to feel older
Sunshine shadows soften her hair
Our fingertips touch, she wants to feel older
We're citizens of town, lying in a country field
Gazing down upon her face and suddenly we're lovers
"Tom, Tom" she whispers low
"Don't forget my name"
Angel, angel grubby face, I'll never be the same
"Tom, Tom" she whispers low
"The train is going soon"
Angel, angel grubby face, I love you
Do you love me too?
Sunday, oak tree, sing me a song
Factory Street chimneys, are lost in your branches
Monday morning, workshop encounter
Buses and vouchers, smoke and disorder
Our city clothes offend your leaves, your naked sky demands the reason
Why we lie beneath your shade, because we love each other
"Tom, Tom" she whispers low
"Don't forget my name"
Angel, angel grubby face, I'll never be the same
"Tom, Tom" she whispers low
"The train is going soon"
Angel, angel grubby face, I love you
"Tom, Tom" she whispers low
"Don't forget my name"
Angel, angel grubby face, I'll never be the same
"Tom, Tom" she whispers low
"The train is going soon"
Angel, angel grubby face, I love you
Do you love me too?
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