Angel, Won't You Call Me - The Decemberists

Angel, won’t you call me?

Could I be the only

though I am a lost cause,

Angel, won’t you call me?

Waiting for a sweet breeze,

read it in the tea-leaves

Saw them crown you May Queen

Heard you sing the sweetest thing

But I been so unbridled

I fled at the face of my rival

when I felt his breath

at the back of my neck

Angel, won’t you call me?

So here I am in corduroy

Catch it in your Polaroid

Thought it was an off night,

caught in such a warm light

But, Angel, won’t you call me?

Could I be the only

though I am a lost cause

Angel, won’t you call me?

But I been so unbridled

I fled at the face of my rival

when I felt his breath

at the back of my neck

Angel, won’t you call me?