Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Apologia , by - William Patrick Corgan. Song from the album Cotillions, in the genre АльтернативаRelease date: 21.11.2019
Record label: Martha's
Song language: English
Apologia |
| Lo, and lo |
| There aren’t queens, ho |
| There are streets you paint with gold |
| And dreams told of pearl |
| Stung with lanterns bright |
| With promise since earned by day |
| Spurned to fright |
| Tuned to phantoms a-flail and scorched into sky |
| Forgive, forgive what’s kind |
| Make believe, make believe |
| Poppies make 'em sleep like a witch dooms mine |
| Make believe, make believe midnight’s chime |
| 'Cause they closed the cantina |
| They closed the cardinal rouge |
| They drove 'ol Angelina |
| Shuttered her with dread |
| Oh, hearth, hearth of a great war |
| Your first chance fills my hand |
| Penultimate and vast |
| Say it so, there aren’t queens, lo |
| By what means though shall we reign |
| 'Gainst pitched black and Union Jack |
| Your gods aren’t coming back |
| The owl’s in the knave |
| Ghost-cinders, tinder-safe |
| Forgive, forgive what’s asked |
| Make believe, make believe |
| Poppies make 'em sleep like a witch churns ash |
| Make believe, make believe |
| My loom and lash |
| Make believe, make believe |
| My loom and lash |