The Rite of Spring The Smashing Pumpkins

Take your photographs from off the sill
Taste the salt of seven seas and love thy will
Empty out your parsonage
And empty out the orphanage
Please forget all that i've said in vain

You've loved me far too much
And thrashed me with tulips
And gave me all the confidence of spring
Spring spring spring the rite of spring

Who listens softly to me?
Who listens softly to me?
'cause once you're loud you'll always be

Place your hand upon your brow at rest
What is your place among the living dead?
You can make the world you see
You can make a man of me
You can make whatever fills your heart

I used to write in silhouette
Filling up the filament
Of skies burned black by what was almost done
When summer comes what's done is done