JOHN FRUSCIANTE - Mascara lyrics

rate me

There's a powdered sun dripping through a porthole

In a set design

Can you read your name

It's 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

You've 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: You're 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: Had to force you to drink your gallon of wine

Voice 2: but the smile you send in my direction

Voice 1: You little duck house

Voice 1: Makes me feel like I'm alive

Voice 1: You're hidden by your wooden legs

Voice 2: You're my kind, You're my kind

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

Voice 1: Staring down at the world's head, all the time

Voice 2: It always makes me feel good to know you're alive, you're wrapping your

ties

Voice 1: Down by the whirlpool, I finally realized you must have built

in your snake, your little duck house

Voice 1: I've been insane well the time is slow

Voice 2: I've been to a society whith you can't see yourself and you can't

feel sunshine

Voice 2: And if you see me roaming the hillside won't you come along? It's

a hard road to the top of yourself. You'll always be alone.

Voice 1: The Pope don't matter when the pawn is your sea, don't you agree?

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

someone like you. They'll make it hard for you choose. I can understand but

when you see creation coming you close your eyes. And To you I'm sure it's no

surprise that I could be one of the dead. Thank god my underwear's full of

lead without you. Without you.

Voice 1: When you're around I'm wound around your thumb. You wanna be numb

inside the gun. All your different lights are one big fight against the

baby inside that you've mistaken for pain.