I've faced the fathoms in your deep Without the suitors quiet siege Pulled down the heavens just to please You, appease you The wind blows and I know I can't go on Digging roses from your grave To linger on Beyond the beyond Where the willows weep And the whirlpools sleep You'll find me The coarse tide reflects sky And the nightmare rides on With a December black psalm And the nightmare rides on What I fear is lost here The wind blows and I know All you have to do is run away And steal yourself from me Become a mystery to gaze into You're so cruel in all you do But I still believe I believe you So may you come with your own knives You'll take me alive With all the force of what is true Is there nothing I can do? I can't go on Digging roses from your grave To linger on Beyond the beyond Where the willows weep And the whirlpools sleep You'll find me And the nightmare rides on And the nightmare rides on With a December black psalm And the nightmare rides on I've faced the fathoms in your deep Without the suitors quiet siege Pulled down the heavens just to please you To hold the flower I can't keep |
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Recorded: November 1997
Written by: Billy Corgan
Available on: Adore
Other Info: Drums by former touring drummer, Matt Walker. Additional vocals by Dennis and Jimmy Flemion, and Brad Wood. When asked about what the song title means from a caller on Rockline on July 13,1998, Billy said he was thinking along the lines of a horse running at night on the beach.