If I was to listen I'd turn back
Give up on my reasons
Forgive up the past
You think I'd swallow that?
Bearing weight in ceilings
Just to stop and ask of Thorazine
Thora Zine, Thora Zine, Thorazine
They give you this
They take away that
Thorazine

There'll be no others
There'll be no long lost friends
Empty on the insides
Empty of a last pretense
To stand by on feeling of the end

So many lives
A runaway life
So many lies

When they locked you up they shut me out
Gave me the key so I could show you around
Yet we were not allowed
Omens of the daydream
But caught as you're bound in Thora Zine
Thora Zine, Thora Zine, Thorazine
They give you this
They take away that
Thorazine

There'll be no rallies
There'll be no long lost friends
Caught on a spotlight running out of present tense
To fix by a feeling of an end

So many lives
A runaway life

Please come back
Please come back
Please come back Pale Horse

Please come back
Please come back
Please come back Pale Horse

Please come back
Please come back
Please come back Pale Horse

Please come back
Please come back
Please come back Pale Horse

Copyright: Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): WILLIAM PATRICK CORGAN