Billy Corgan - Amarinthe lyrics

You praise the And most went Atone the mourns in me I speak my peace [?], flowered seas But d**h desires the fathoms of the mind [?], like all the time here Take what you have Yet I can't vouch what's real Before some men Betray the tears we've blacked So sudden cold Morning slow Good morning slow Sudden slow Good morning slow I ought to save the [?] and rails [?] For sales [?] And I kick my keep [?] one of each When's twine designed [?] of clementines [?] Think what you have But I can't vouch what's real Or false on that It's trail the 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 Cool morning slow