She used to work at a bank in Geneva
35, beautiful, wit like a snare
She usually thrives drinking scotch in the evenings
She wrote down an address so I met her there
Oh, Angeline did you write about me?
Did you write about me, Angeline?
Oh, Angeline did you write about me?
Did you write about me, Angeline?
Angeline
We got to talking 'bout train rides in springtime
Paperback novels and places we'd been
Laughing at how good and messy our lives are
She follows her compass by the tip of her pen
Oh, Angeline did you write about me?
Did you write about me, Angeline?
Oh, Angeline did you write about me?
Did you write about me, Angeline?
Angeline
Angeline
I wanna live so loud I wanna scream and shout
I wanna live like poetry, like Angeline somehow
Been holding on to compromise and my self doubt
I will release the beast within it's time to let it out
Angeline
Angeline
Angeline
Angeline
Angeline
Angeline
Angeline
Angeline