Hullo Angel
David Tibet
Well, hullo angel
A gift and a smile
Well, hullo angel
As we walk a crooked mile
And a twisted man
Leans on twisted sticks
With children's laughter
Hanging from swings
Well, hullo angel
And the skipping rope turns
Whilst little bodies twist
In carousel swerves
Well, hullo angel
It's the end of the world
Well, hullo angel
At the end of your tether
Well, hullo angel
Time for sleep
Well, hullo angel
Time for prayers
That which is falling
Should also be pushed
That which is crawling
Should also be crushed!