Interpret:

John Frusciante

Album:

From The Sounds Inside

Flying over the black town
Voices call to me to get right down
Work it out again to catch my trout
Throw a net as the facts unpack


Grab resurrection
No one else could penetrate time


Learn you to remove the grasp of all time
Past moving up and all futures go back
Look where you were, you'll find no trace of night
Throw a net around in the only places you're free


Lou bergs, you were the full taste to this from downtown


Hey, say what you want, it was your turn to die
To come up, you'll float down
The chilling agony you found
You grow back, put your face down
Depressed, found in fields
You'll glow brighter
You will always hear this sound


You can always have this back
It's alright to me, joy so sad
You can always just stand back
It's our hearts that make tears
Roll right down on our faces