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 on swings

Well hullo angel

And the skipping row turns

Whilst little bodies twist in carousel swirls

Well hullo angel

It's the end of the world

Well hullo angel

At the end of your tether

Well hullo angel

Time to sleep

Well hullo angel

Time to cry

That which is falling should also be pushed

That which is crawling should also be crushed

Hullo Angel - Death in June