Interpret:

John Frusciante

Album:

From The Sounds Inside

You fall around these lights where
You made me come, dear
Leave all the days behind that made you run.
I sure forget the days that you told me to
I was such a waste when I cut myself out


Now the fall is over baby
You'll descend but at a rate you'll find is slow


And all these times afraid to walk the room
That you have to take, there is no other way


It's forces far above you, though you want me to
I'll decorate these heights, I'll make it fit right
Somehow we wait from old to young
Now the word is small 
All the way over.