Written By: William Patrick Corgan

Lyrics (Start at 0:02):

So I found
A postcard from the cross
Said, “Hey, hi, how are you?
The weather’s fine
If you like that kind of view.”

And zebras on a megaphone say,
“It’s time to leave, yeah.
No one’s gonna take us home,
No one’s gonna leave us alone
For the rest of days.”
Father to the child,
I’m daughter to the man
What lands, yeah,
What flies away.
No one’s gonna show us home,
No one’s gonna leave us alone nowadays.

I’ve never been to Katmandu,
I’ve never had the mien to choose
What they want from me.
I’m hanging ’round on tender hooks.
If only we had more than time…
Say you will, say,
Say, “Love makes mine, yeah.”
Say you will, say,
Say, “Love makes mine, yeah.”
Who goes there?
Who goes there?

I believe in you, not us,
If wish is faith
And forgive is trust.

I’ve never been to Katmandu,
I’ve never had the mien to choose
What they want of me.
I’m water for a waterfall,
Chaste for the love of all
And the all with you.
Here’s to the nights, I
Here’s to the ways I’d fight,
Fight to all but lose.
I’ll stand, yeah,
If I’m next to you.
Say you will, say,
Say, “Love makes mine, yeah.”
Say you will, say,
Say, “Love makes mine, yeah.”
Who goes there?
Who goes there now?