by John Frusciante

Transcribed by Thatyou



There's a powdered sun dripping through a porthole

In a set design

Can you read your name

It's 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

You've 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: You're 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 I'm alive



Voice 1: You're hidden by your wooden legs

Voice 2: You're my kind, You're my kind



Voice 2: You always make me feel like a moon in my life



Voice 1: Staring down at the world's head, all the time



Voice 2: It always makes me feel good to know you're 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: I've been insane well the time is slow



Voice 2: I've been to a society whith you can't see yourself and you can't

feel sunshine



Voice 2: And if you see me roaming the hillside won't you come along? It's

a hard road to the top of yourself. You'll always be alone.



Voice 1: The Pope don't matter when the pawn is your sea, don't you agree?-