John Frusciante - #12 Untitled | Текст песни

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• #12 Untitled

(deep breath)

Where you are
The real assembly
Of all
The shapes, they're trembling
It's all a part of sail the well
To meet your love
Did we fine the yesterday
Killing whole the hope?
Hope

She swims
Down the stream
I hope
I drift down the same vein
Taking the addiction
I'm none
Fastened, it still descends
And I'm loved

Failing all the cards
I'm beaten when I'm feeling
Closer to the source
Of your love to live

You work in the loss
Of his finding his opinion
Self-drowning in water
But it's air I'm breathing