Springtimes
William Patrick Corgan
Posie fields, she drifts alone
The sleep of Oz and gramophones
She wound me up so I'll ramble on
To meet her savior, wick and tong
As I've been notice, I've been sharped
And how I know lays cinders at your heart
Ooh, ooh
It's springtime out there where we part
Springtime, oh, oh
It's springtime out there, that's where we part
It's another warm day
With stars that swirl as but leaves
And like another warm day
Where we began as we'll end
Love, our sun, our sexton
Love as one
But wait, these fates knock darkly
But wait, but wait
