Текст John Frusciante – Scratches

The scratches of a dark night
The rashes of foresight
And I wanted you

The weight of my freezing

The spaces in the law look
Like the faces in a word book
I get by I get by

The matches of opportunities
The last thing I’ve never seen
And I scream to you

The pain I was needing
Was sort of true
The one aim I was clearing
Was the walls that grew

The crazes I overlooked
The leans into the kook
And I did and I did

And I was screaming bloody murder
And I was one with pain
And I stopped by the road side
‘Cause this is from where I came

My God but it’s so far away
It would seem accidents have gone straight
To you
And you’ve changed your point of view
And the places you’re going to
I get crowded

And I’m so glad that you’re mine
It twists up the fabric of time
And I’m useless
Yes I’m useless

And your faces are bodies
And your hands are feet
Let me roll around
In things I can’t believe

But I tried
Yes I tried
And I tried
You know I tried