Birch Grove
Billy Corgan
I forsee a time without me
So not unlike the trees
I've stood for so long
So long
Shading life inside the falling rain
All alone, in love with age and someone
Someone else
Sundays come and Sundays flee
Sundays wed
Won't you stand with me
Not someone
Not someone else
My seedlings grow, and grow
And home is whatever ground they hold
Shading life inside the falling rain
All alone, in love with age and someone
Someone else
But I've grown stronger
As someone, as someone
As someone else
Shading life inside the falling rain
All alone, in love with age and someone
Someone else
Sundays come and Sundays flee
Sundays wed
Won't you stand with me
Not someone
Not someone else
As my seedlings grow, and grow
Towards someone
Towards someone else
The birch grove stands for us