Lyrics:

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?-