Текст песни SMASHING PUMPKINS - Behold! The Night Mare
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Текст песни SMASHING PUMPKINS - Behold! The Night Mare
I faced the fathoms in your deepWithstood the suitors' quiet siegePulled down the heavens just to please youAppease youThe wind blows, and I knowI can't go on( )Digging roses from your graveTo linger onBeyond the beyondWhere the willows weepAnd the whirlpools sleepYou'll find meThe coarse tide reflects skyAnd the night mare rides onAnd the night mare rides onWith a December black psalmAnd the night mare rides onWhere I fear is lost hereThe wind blows, and I knowAll you have to do is run away And steal yourself from meBecome a mystery to gaze intoYou're so cruel in all you doBut still I believe, I believe in youSo may you come with your own knivesYou'll never take me aliveWith all the force of what is trueIs there nothing I can do?I can't go onDigging roses from your graveTo linger onBeyond the beyondWhere the willows weepAnd the whirlpools sleep