| Song | Thirty-Three |
| Artist | The Smashing Pumpkins |
| Album | Rarities & B-Sides |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Speak to me in a language I can hear | |
| Humor me before I have to go | |
| Deep in thought I forgive everyone | |
| As the cluttered streets greet me once again | |
| I know I can't be late, supper's waiting on the table | |
| Tommorow's just an excuse away | |
| So I pull my collar and face the cold, on my own | |
| The earth laughs beneath my heavy feet | |
| At the blasphemy in my old jangly walk | |
| Steeple guide me to my heart and home | |
| The sun is out and up and down again | |
| I know I'll make it, love can last forever | |
| Graceful swans of never topple to the earth | |
| And you can make it last, forever you | |
| You can make it last, forever you | |
| And for a moment I lose myself | |
| Wrapped up in the pleasures of the world | |
| I've journeyed here and there and back again | |
| But in the same old haunts I still find my friends | |
| Mysteries not ready to reveal | |
| Sympathies I'm ready to return | |
| I'll make the effort, love can last forever | |
| Graceful swans of never topple to the earth | |
| Tommorow's just an excuse | |
| And you can make it last, forever you | |
| You can make it last, forever you |
| Speak to me in a language I can hear | |
| Humor me before I have to go | |
| Deep in thought I forgive everyone | |
| As the cluttered streets greet me once again | |
| I know I can' t be late, supper' s waiting on the table | |
| Tommorow' s just an excuse away | |
| So I pull my collar and face the cold, on my own | |
| The earth laughs beneath my heavy feet | |
| At the blasphemy in my old jangly walk | |
| Steeple guide me to my heart and home | |
| The sun is out and up and down again | |
| I know I' ll make it, love can last forever | |
| Graceful swans of never topple to the earth | |
| And you can make it last, forever you | |
| You can make it last, forever you | |
| And for a moment I lose myself | |
| Wrapped up in the pleasures of the world | |
| I' ve journeyed here and there and back again | |
| But in the same old haunts I still find my friends | |
| Mysteries not ready to reveal | |
| Sympathies I' m ready to return | |
| I' ll make the effort, love can last forever | |
| Graceful swans of never topple to the earth | |
| Tommorow' s just an excuse | |
| And you can make it last, forever you | |
| You can make it last, forever you |
| Speak to me in a language I can hear | |
| Humor me before I have to go | |
| Deep in thought I forgive everyone | |
| As the cluttered streets greet me once again | |
| I know I can' t be late, supper' s waiting on the table | |
| Tommorow' s just an excuse away | |
| So I pull my collar and face the cold, on my own | |
| The earth laughs beneath my heavy feet | |
| At the blasphemy in my old jangly walk | |
| Steeple guide me to my heart and home | |
| The sun is out and up and down again | |
| I know I' ll make it, love can last forever | |
| Graceful swans of never topple to the earth | |
| And you can make it last, forever you | |
| You can make it last, forever you | |
| And for a moment I lose myself | |
| Wrapped up in the pleasures of the world | |
| I' ve journeyed here and there and back again | |
| But in the same old haunts I still find my friends | |
| Mysteries not ready to reveal | |
| Sympathies I' m ready to return | |
| I' ll make the effort, love can last forever | |
| Graceful swans of never topple to the earth | |
| Tommorow' s just an excuse | |
| And you can make it last, forever you | |
| You can make it last, forever you |