The First Season
John Frusciante
Let the pretend take over and that season be the first
Shadows we're in become us so we set up interspersed
Between here and away become your space every day
When it changes up my row it slates when time will turn to a room
Light starts being there to talk about all he's feeling for the moon
To even the lie damn him
In that halo, evil
Around that halo, evil
It hangs by, evil
You revolve now with my echo, you rose inter-wound
Actually people in the wrong come thru and go on
Leave my lonely mind a cell
Keep flowing on a drill
I keep holding on to myself
Be humble, take it the slow way
As I'm aloud
Even holding on
My cell
Leave my lonely mind a cell
Keep flowing on a drill
I keep holding on to myself
Be humble, take it the slow way
As I'm aloud
Even holding on
My cell of space that holds me
The cell of space that holds me