Jeff Buckley — Farewell Angelina

Farewell Angelina The bells of the crown Are being stolen by bandits I must follow the sound The triangle tingles And the trumpets play slow Farewell Angelina The sky is on fire And I must go There's no use in talking There's no need for blame There's nothing to prove Ev'rything's still the same A table stands empty By the edge of the sea Farewell Angelina The sky's changing colours And I must leave The jacks and the queens Have forsaked the courtyard Fifty-two gypsies Now file past the guards In the space where the deuce And the ace once ran wild Farewell Angelina The sky is folding And I'll see you after a while See the cross-eyed pirates sitting Perched in the sun Shooting tin cans With a sawed-off shotgun And the corporals and the neighbors Clap and cheer with each blast But farewell Angelina The sky is trembling And I must leave fast King Kong, little elves On the rooftops they dance Valentino-type tangos While the make-up man's hands Shut the eyes of the dead Not to embarrass anyone Farewell Angelina The sky's spreading over And I must be gone The camouflaged parrot He flutters from fear When something he don't Know about suddenly appears What cannot be imitated Perfect must die Farewell Angelina The sky's spreading over And I must go where it is dry Machine guns are roaring The puppets heave rocks And misunderstood visions At the faces of clocks Call me any name you like I'll never deny it Farewell Angelina The sky is erupting I must go where it's quiet