Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mandarynne, artist - William Patrick Corgan. Date of issue: 12.10.2017
Song language: English
Mandarynne |
| Chinois faces, to arms we sleep |
| Gaslight ages presume a mortal thief |
| Unstrung the fetters on waxing swoon |
| For everyone pitching back |
| Tout le monde, it’s just like that |
| I’m fancy free on Eerie street |
| Guess you’re with me |
| Sure, we’re gonna make it alone |
| No one can break us and own |
| This sullen pair, the dagger queer |
| The opry bests, the vested gears |
| Since ghosts tend to wait on home to do their bleeding |
| Chinois faces, with cast aglow |
| Stake the races that roll pure dynamos |
| Servile like potters, the vanquished boast |
| Of everyone that’s carried back |
| Tout le monde, it’s just like that! |
| There’s no appeal, no deco zeal |
| No grand design |
| Sure, we’re gonna make it alone |
| No one can break us and own |
| A purse that flows, and failing east |
| It’s you that knows this moving feast |
| Skyward, look for what’s left |
| Friends recess, fresh heirs disown |
| Gaslights at home, where there’s a known unknown |