Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Amarinthe, artist - William Patrick Corgan. Date of issue: 12.10.2017
Song language: English
Amarinthe |
| It brays, it slays, it neighs at most when fleet |
| Adorned by morns and may, I spak my peace |
| But tugged along any dray colt |
| Sups his flowered seas |
| Where daft desires the feathers out of mines |
| Fly all but time here |
| Take what you had |
| Yet I can’t vouch for what’s real or false on that |
| This trail of tears we’ve blacked |
| So sudden, cold morning, slow |
| Cool morning, so sudden, slow |
| Cool morning, slow |
| Vouchsafed it rains, it rails, yes love reeks |
| From sails it turns to toasts, and I kick my keep |
| And starved we’ll mother the other |
| Parsing one of each |
| Whence twined desires and gingham clementines |
| Fly all but time here |
| Think what you had |
| But I can’t vouch for what’s real or false on that |
| This trail of tears we’ve blacked |
| So sudden, cold morning, slow |
| Cool morning, so sudden, slow |
| So sudden, cold morning, slow |
| Cool morning, so sudden, slow |
| Cool morning, slow |