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?       Voice 2: I like you in my love, feels good just to know I can love   Someone like you. they'll make it hard for you choose. I can understand but   When you see creation coming you close your eyes. and to you I'm sure it's no   Surprise that I could be one of the dead. thank God my underwear's full of   Lead without you. without you.      Voice 1: when you're around I'm wound around your thumb. you wanna be numb   Inside the gun. all your different lights are one big fight against the   Baby inside that you've mistaken for pain.