smashing pumpkins
age of innocence
We dismiss the back roads To ride these streets unafraid Resigned to scraping paint From our bones unashamed No more the eye upon you No more the simple man Desolation yes hesitation no Desolation yes hesitation no As you might have guessed all is never shown Desolation yes hesitation no And in my prayers I dream alone A silent speech to deaf ear If you want love you must be love But if you bleed love you will die loved No more the lie upon you Cast into stone and autumn shade Desolation yes hesitation no Desolation yes hesitation no As you might have sensed we won't make it home Desolation yes hesitation no Before the rites of spring - Come to mean all things A little taste of what may come - A mere glimpse of what has gone Cause for the moment we are free - We seek to bind our release Too young to die too rich to care too fucked to swear that I was there Desolation yes hesitation no Desolation yes hesitation no As you might have guessed we won't make it home Desolation yes hesitation no .