Mascara Lyrics - Niandra Lades And Usually Just A T-shirt - John Frusciante

By john frusciante 

Transcribed by thatyou 

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: but the smile you send in my direction 

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, 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: 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.