Oh, mandolin, oh, mandolin,
we sing in the dark.
What centuries passed down upon your sublimation skin.
Memories, oh, memories,
this gains upon your heart.
When lovers danced into the trance,
you reared back on the right.
Oh,
I saw a sunrise I'd never before smiled and prayed.
I cried for more.
Oh, mandolin, oh, mandolin,
we sing in the dark.
What centuries passed down upon your sublimation skin.
It doesn't sound,
it doesn't sound,
it's as young and real.
It's as true as I kiss my hand,
play the carillon drum.
Lover cried into the silk many moons ago.
Oh,
your blessed slate counts the stars upon his European skin.
Oh,
I saw a sunrise I'd never before smiled and prayed.
I cried for more.
Oh, mandolin,
we sing in the dark.
What centuries passed down upon your sublimation skin.