Jana Hunter The Angle
Done in a circle of fifths
Like chapel rows on my wrists
I deal down, down, down
We deal down, down, down
The angle, ample or not
Free, fragmentate, I forget
I deal down, down, down
We deal down, down, down
Sewn up in yesterday's clothes
Crystalline, I suppose
I deal down, down, down
We deal down, down, down
