quarta-feira, 10 de dezembro de 2008

Scratches - John Frusciante

SCRATCHES

The scratches of a dark night

The rashes of foresight

And I wanted you

The weight of my freezing

I had come to you

The face I was given

I have no similarities

to The spaces in the law look

Like the faces in a word book I get by

The matches of opportunities

The last thing I've never seen

And I scream it to you

The pain I was needing

Was sort of true

The one aim I was clearing

Was the walls that grew

The crazes I overlooked

The leans into the kook

And I did

And I was screaming bloody murder

When the charges came

And I stopped by the road side

'Cuz this is from wehere I came

My God but it's so far away

It would seem accidents have gone straight to you

you've changed your point of view

And the places you're going to

I got Crowded

I get crowded

And I'm so glad that you're mine

It twists up the fabric of time

And I'm useless

And your faces are bodies

And your hands are feet

Let me roll around

In things I can't believe

But I tried

Yes I tried

And I tried

You know I tried

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