Farewell Angelina Jeff Buckley

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