The Smashing Pumpkins - The March Hare lyrics

The march hare ambles on Darting to and fro Finds his breath for free A silver fox breaking clocks Counting back from 10 Until it ends with me As i'm swinging from the trees Can a mirror rescue me? The march hare blows his horn His 19 wives lend ear To a storm come clear A wisker here A scabbard there The march hare appears To understand what's next And he's pulling on my soul Just like an overcoat painted red His faith somewhere His faith somewhere His faith somewhere for (?) Whatever will be will be again Whatever will be will be again Whatever will be will be again Whatever will be will be again Oh swing low bandalier Your coins are worthless here For there's no here to leave