Smashing Pumpkins

Pop Tart, what'sour mission?
Do we know but never listen?
For too long they held me under
But I hear it's almost over
In Detroit on a Memphis train
Like you said, it's down in the heat and the summer rain
The automatic gauze of your memories
Down in the sleep at the airplane races
Try to hold on to this heart a little bit longer
Try to hold on to this love aloud
Try to hold on, for this heart's a little bit colder
Try to hold on to this love
Paperback scrawl your hidden poems
Written around the dried out flowers
Here we are, still trading places
Try to hold on
Pop Tart, can you envision
A free world of clear division?
For too long they held us under
But I know we're getting over
In Detroit with the Nashville tears
Like you said, it's down in the heat with the broken numbers
Down in the gaze of solemnity
Down in the way you've held together
Try to hold on to this heart a little bit closer
Try to hold on to this love aloud