years of grace (Billy Corgan)

little survives what time has passed by
my years of grace mistaken for lost wanderings
no more alive than a remembrance stained in your sufferings
my years of grace deliver proud

at last rest stumbles, so pull your covers tight
to whom do I speak thru echoes threadbare
what survives the rush of the profane
and their words mere dust one swallows to believe

true poets dare listen to the stars dead and cold
I sold you out for moonbeams dying to shine
illuminated by what has survived
and years of grace to come

siam mais (Billy Corgan)

I am free
To give my heart freely
With no string attached
To roam, to hurt
To be devastated as I so wish
To be ravished by freedom
My youth
So bound do I knock against her cages
If she holds lock and key

I am free
To give you my heart
This notion suits me, bears weight
What is false and old is not ours to hold
We have never owned or possessed anything true in our 

whole lives, except maybe each other

I see myself in you and that is a dangerous thing
But is this friendship alive?
Does it breathe when no one is listening?
Does it know when I am sleeping?

Stories can be retold
Until they are polished smooth
I give my heart to you in this story
Because my heart has no end

all roads (Billy Corgan)

gather me up some stars
sprinkled from your eyes
beckon forth the little sighs

should all roads disappear but one
then leave while i am sleeping

these hours watching from windows
play music without autumn
the scripting of light
moves ever so slight
wherever i sit today

hands go thru glass
and dreams thru you
whatever passes as chances
also passes for truth

may i tumble
may i call
may i find you at all