Intro: Angelene, where could you be? The skin on my chest feels so warm. I've been gone since the morning sun; my lonely heart yearns for more. Angelene, where have you been? I'm weary and stuck in my head. Marble skies in the evening sun - I'm lost, and I carry the dead. Angelene, where could you be? I dived and I swam with the ghosts. There's one sea between us now, and that's just what kills me the most. Angelene, where could you be? I dived and I swam with the ghosts. There's one sea between us now, and that's just what kills me the most.