Smashing Pumpkins

I faced thefathoms 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 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 night mare rides on
And the night mare rides on
With a December black psalm
And the night mare rides on
Where 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