Текст: Decemberists. 5 Songs. Angel, Won't You Call Me?.

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've 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?

So here I am in corduroy
Catch it in your Polaroid
Thought it was an off night
Caught in such a warm light

So angel won't you call me?
Could I be the only
Though I am a lost cause
Angel won't you call me?

'Cause I've 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?