By john frusciante
Transcribed by thatyou
Theres a powdered sun dripping through a porthole
In a set design
Can you read your name
Its been so long since we bloomed from the inside
So where have you been since you fell off the flat edge
Of a world under nothing sky
Youve been lying rye
They claim men you dance under the moonlight
Do what you think is the sum
Buts it a flesh and blood of a
Dismembered gone assembly
In four thousands of your years
Voice 1: you felt like history in your thighs
Voice 2: you get four red candles
Voice 2: on the table with your penis I arise
Voice 1: youre the one that makes me realize
Voice 1: with water flowing through to tomorrow
Voice 2: glued to your addiction
Voice 1: apples and cake must have been your mistake
Voice 2: but the smile you send in my direction
Voice 1: makes me feel like Im alive
Voice 1: youre hidden by your wooden legs
Voice 2: youre my kind, youre my kind
Voice 2: you always make me feel like a moon in my life
Voice 1: staring down at the worlds head, all the time
Voice 2: it always makes me feel good to know youre alive, wrapping your
Ties
Voice 1: down by the whirlpool, I finally realized you must have built
In your snake, your little dark house
Voice 1: Ive been insane well the time is slow
Voice 2: Ive been to a society whith you cant see yourself and you cant
Feel sunshine
Voice 2: and if you see me roaming the hillside wont you come along? its
A hard road to the top of yourself. youll always be alone.
Voice 1: the pope dont matter when the pawn is your sea, dont you agree?
Voice 2: I like you in my love, feels good just to know I can love
Someone like you. theyll make it hard for you choose. I can understand but
When you see creation coming you close your eyes. and to you Im sure its no
Surprise that I could be one of the dead. thank God my underwears full of
Lead without you. without you.
Voice 1: when youre around Im wound around your thumb. you wanna be numb
Inside the gun. all your different lights are one big fight against the
Baby inside that youve mistaken for pain.
