Song | Porcelina Of The Vast Oceans |
Artist | The Smashing Pumpkins |
Album | Mellon Collie And The Infinite Sadness |
As far as you take, that's where I believe | |
The realm of soft delusions, floating over leaves | |
On a distant shoreline, she waves her arms to me | |
As all the thought police, are closing in for sleep | |
The dilly dally, of my bright lit stay | |
The steam of my misfortunes | |
Has given me the power to be afraid | |
And in my mind I'm everyone | |
And in my mind | |
Without a care in this world | |
Without a care in this life | |
It's what you take that makes it right | |
Porcelina of the oceans blue | |
In the slipstream, of thoughtless thoughts | |
The light of all that's good, the light of all that's true | |
To the fringes gladly, I walked unadorned | |
With gods and their creations | |
With filth and disease | |
Porcelina, she waits for me there | |
With seashell hissing lullabyes | |
And whispers fathomed deep inside my own | |
Hidden thoughts and alibis | |
My secret thoughts come alive | |
Without a care in this world | |
Without a care in this life | |
It's what you take that makes it right | |
And in my mind I'm everyone | |
In my mind I'm everyone of you | |
You make it right | |
It's all allright | |
You make it right | |
Porcelina of the oceans blue |
As far as you take, that' s where I believe | |
The realm of soft delusions, floating over leaves | |
On a distant shoreline, she waves her arms to me | |
As all the thought police, are closing in for sleep | |
The dilly dally, of my bright lit stay | |
The steam of my misfortunes | |
Has given me the power to be afraid | |
And in my mind I' m everyone | |
And in my mind | |
Without a care in this world | |
Without a care in this life | |
It' s what you take that makes it right | |
Porcelina of the oceans blue | |
In the slipstream, of thoughtless thoughts | |
The light of all that' s good, the light of all that' s true | |
To the fringes gladly, I walked unadorned | |
With gods and their creations | |
With filth and disease | |
Porcelina, she waits for me there | |
With seashell hissing lullabyes | |
And whispers fathomed deep inside my own | |
Hidden thoughts and alibis | |
My secret thoughts come alive | |
Without a care in this world | |
Without a care in this life | |
It' s what you take that makes it right | |
And in my mind I' m everyone | |
In my mind I' m everyone of you | |
You make it right | |
It' s all allright | |
You make it right | |
Porcelina of the oceans blue |