Mascara — текст песни (John Frusciante)

By john frusciante

Transcribed by thatyou



Theres a powdered sun dripping through a porthole

In a set design

Can you read your name

Its 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

Youve 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: youre 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 Im alive



Voice 1: youre hidden by your wooden legs

Voice 2: youre my kind, youre my kind



Voice 2: you always make me feel like a moon in my life



Voice 1: staring down at the worlds head, all the time



Voice 2: it always makes me feel good to know youre 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: Ive been insane well the time is slow



Voice 2: Ive been to a society whith you cant see yourself and you cant

Feel sunshine



Voice 2: and if you see me roaming the hillside wont you come along? its

A hard road to the top of yourself. youll always be alone.



Voice 1: the pope dont matter when the pawn is your sea, dont you agree?



Voice 2: I like you in my love, feels good just to know I can love

Someone like you. theyll make it hard for you choose. I can understand but

When you see creation coming you close your eyes. and to you Im sure its no

Surprise that I could be one of the dead. thank God my underwears full of

Lead without you. without you.



Voice 1: when youre around Im wound around your thumb. you wanna be numb

Inside the gun. all your different lights are one big fight against the

Baby inside that youve mistaken for pain.