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

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Writer(s): WILLIAM PATRICK CORGAN