Angeline — текст песни (Faithless)

You`ve been out on the tiles,
Winning the smiles of men of low persuasion,
But I know you drink yourself crawling in the street until dawn,
Girl you look like a bad dream,
You`ve been places I`ve never been.
Come home, come home Angeline.
Come home, come home Angeline.
You`ve been places I`ve never been.
You took the small change from the job in the hall,
Be back in an hour but you`re not back at all.
The children are crying, the flowers are dying,
There`s no food on the table,
I don`t think I`m able to cope,
You`ve been places I`ve never been.
Come home, come home Angeline.
Come home, come home Angeline.
You`ve been places I`ve never been.
Cheap perfume and alcohol, dancing on tables,
With kissing for strangers all laughing and howling,
And jokes and tall tales that ain`t funny at all,
Bluffers and smugglers, boozers and gamblers,
Jump old queens and tarts at the babbled bar.
Oh, they`ve been pushing you too far.
Come home, come home Angeline.
Come home, come home Angeline.
You`ve been places I`ve never been.
Come home, come home Angeline.
Come home, come home Angeline.
You`ve been places I`ve never been.