The Long Goodbye - William Patrick Corgan

Well, the end days rise

Yet the world gets by

While they fill my skies with junk

Still celestial bodies spinning out the sun

Are bringing your deliverance as one

Hail the wounded stars hiding ageless arks

Come and take my body so far, so far

Cause home may be calling

Or home some other lark

But as a noonday witness, I’m lost!

Pull the sticky pine

Build some other mind

Cause faith ain’t enough, ain’t enough

For as God’s my pilot I need Him to make the charts

To route my escape from this heart

Well, the end days rise

Yet the world gets by

While they fill my skies with goodbyes

Still celestial bodies spinning out the sun

Are bringing your deliverance as one

They are bringing your deliverance as one, as one