Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Martinets, artist - William Patrick Corgan. Album song Cotillions, in the genre АльтернативаDate of issue: 21.11.2019
Record label: Martha's
Song language: English
Martinets |
| Accordingly, it’s fare thee well |
| Gonna take god of leaves |
| Red river swells |
| The bugle roars you roam |
| One horn for Jerhico and one for me |
| Brave the tallies told |
| Brave further, child |
| Unbroken to unknown |
| Dwell, persuasion, stay |
| It’s a long, lost pact you’ve made |
| No real fortune’s safe |
| No enchantments |
| Vex spell cum distant draw |
| I’m wretched but the sea is law in parts |
| Pose, sold |
| For it’s never ours unto |
| It’s just me and you |
| We perish free to dive right back asleep |
| Asleep |
| To sleep |
| If myth and myrrh are restive plow |
| And an Orient moves pungent brow |
| Then poisoned strays a seraph’s mouth |
| Wept to the plat I’d kept for kicks |
| As perished in fragile rout |
| Whence quislings broomed straight from their fix |
| For candor, for mesa, for shroud |
| I chafe by what stabs so loud |
| Majestic, more than proud |
| Dear fantastic swing rhythms of the mind |
| Pure sentience is the manna of our kind |
| Day for night |
| Day-night |
| For it’s never ours unto |
| It’s just me and you |
| Spun arabesque |
| An altar for an altar for an altar for a kiss |