Lyrics：Billy Corgan Music：Billy Corgan
Pop tart, what's our mission
Do we know but never listen
For too long, they held me under
But I hear it's almost over
In Detroit, on our Memphis train
Like you said
Down in the heat
Of the summer rain
Of the automatic gauze
Of your memories
Down in the sleep
At the airplane races
Try to hold on
To this heart a little bit longer
Try to hold on
Try with this love aloud
Try to hold on
For this heart's a little bit colder
Try to hold on
To this love
Paperback scrawl your hidden poems
Written around the dried out flowers
Here we are still trading places
Try to hold on
Pop tart, can you envision
A free world, a clear division
For too long, they held us under
But I know, we're getting over
In Detroit, with the Nashville tears
Like you said
It's down in the heat
With the broken numbers
Down in the gaze of solemnity
Down in the way you held together
Try to hold on
To this heart
A little bit closer
Try to hold on
Try with this love aloud
Try to hold on
For this heart's
A little bit older
To hold on
Try with this love aloud
And we are still alive
Try to hold on
And we all survive
Try to hold on
And no one should deny
We tried to hold on
To the pulse of the feedback current
Into the flow of the encrypted movement
Slapback kills the ancient remnants
That try to hold on
Try to hold on
Try, to this heart alive
Try, with this lovea loud, try
Try to hold on
Try, and we are still alive
Try to hold on
Try, and we all survive
Try to hold on
Pop tart
You never listen
Skinned knees
Try to hold on
Stop start
What's our mission?
Skinned knees
Try to hold on
Try