Behold ! the night mare
par The Smashing Pumpkins
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I´ve faced the fathoms in your deep
Withstood 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 you grave
To linger on, beyond the beyond
Where the willows weep
And whirlpools sleep, you´ll find me
The coarse tide reflects sky
And the night mare rides on, and the night mare rides on
With a december black psalm
And the night mare 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 still I believe, I believe in you
So may you come with your own knives
You´ll never 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 you grave
To linger on, beyond the beyond
Where the willows weep
And whirlpools sleep, you´ll find me
And the night mare rides on, and the night mare rides on
With a december black psalm
And the night mare rides on
I´ve faced the fathoms in your deep
Withstood the suitors quiet siege
Pulled down the heavens just to please you
To hold the flower I can´t keep
Withstood 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 you grave
To linger on, beyond the beyond
Where the willows weep
And whirlpools sleep, you´ll find me
The coarse tide reflects sky
And the night mare rides on, and the night mare rides on
With a december black psalm
And the night mare 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 still I believe, I believe in you
So may you come with your own knives
You´ll never 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 you grave
To linger on, beyond the beyond
Where the willows weep
And whirlpools sleep, you´ll find me
And the night mare rides on, and the night mare rides on
With a december black psalm
And the night mare rides on
I´ve faced the fathoms in your deep
Withstood the suitors quiet siege
Pulled down the heavens just to please you
To hold the flower I can´t keep