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.