Smashing Pumpkins
The tale of Dusty and Pistol Pete
Dusty screams through doors and imaginary floors "why can't you miss me ?"
Pistol Pete removes the final breaths from her unkind
And she is shaken what does this mean
In love or in peace ? With you lying next to me
So faithless serene
And she calls to him
Let the waste cross the ancient trails to you
Far out beneath the sorrow clouds
Let them taste the bitter lost mistake of you
Let them cry out through your rusted scars
Alone he roams inside the ordinary catacombs of her waiting
With raven hands she steals and staggers towards her man
Still scorned by his demon because he's undone
Become the language of disaster and love
Vengeance and dust
And she calls to him
Let the waste cross the ancient trails to you
Far out beneath the sorrow clouds
Let them taste the bitter lost mistake of you
Let them cry out through your rusted scars
Dusty screams through doors and imaginary scenes of hurt
And teardrop as he holds her down
In the cold lonely winds
Together again
Her inside him
And she calls to him
Let the waste cross the ancient trails to you
Far out beneath the sorrow clouds
Let them taste the bitter lost mistake of you
Let them cry out through your rusted scars
Pistol Pete removes the final breaths from her unkind
And she is shaken what does this mean
In love or in peace ? With you lying next to me
So faithless serene
And she calls to him
Let the waste cross the ancient trails to you
Far out beneath the sorrow clouds
Let them taste the bitter lost mistake of you
Let them cry out through your rusted scars
Alone he roams inside the ordinary catacombs of her waiting
With raven hands she steals and staggers towards her man
Still scorned by his demon because he's undone
Become the language of disaster and love
Vengeance and dust
And she calls to him
Let the waste cross the ancient trails to you
Far out beneath the sorrow clouds
Let them taste the bitter lost mistake of you
Let them cry out through your rusted scars
Dusty screams through doors and imaginary scenes of hurt
And teardrop as he holds her down
In the cold lonely winds
Together again
Her inside him
And she calls to him
Let the waste cross the ancient trails to you
Far out beneath the sorrow clouds
Let them taste the bitter lost mistake of you
Let them cry out through your rusted scars