Angelina

Oh Angelina, oh Angelina
Aren't we lucky to live in this odd little world?
Aren't we lucky to walk in this funeral line?
And if we marry, I'll kiss every tear from her eyes

If we marry
I'll love every word from her lovely young mouth
And we'll drive past
The violent blooms of the opulent south

We walked past the cathedrals
And the lampposts are humming
And I told her that though I can't bend back the barbs of these wires
Aren't we lucky to live in this world full of flowers?

And I told her how you'd sing for your life as a child
And I showed her azaleas and flowers you pulled wild
And I told her how lucky was all that I ever have been
And will you marry me, Kimberly Anne?