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
Cool morning, slow
Cool morning, slow

Amarinthine

WPC: 'Neath the Darkest Eves: The Complete Sessions
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Billy Corgan

Played on the 2016 In Plainsong tour; title sourced from setlists (originally as Amarinthine). Later appeared on Billy's 2017 solo album, Ogilala (as Amarinthe).