John Frusciante - The First Season lyrics

The First Season

by John Frusciante

Let the pretend take over

And that season be the first

Shadows we're in become us

So we set up interspersed

Between here and away

Become your space every day

When it changes up my row

It slates when time will turn to a room

Light starts being there

To talk about all he's feeling for the moon

To even the lie damn him

In that halo

Evil

Round that halo

Evil

It hangs by evil

You revolve now with my echo

You rose interwound

Actually people in the wrong

Come thru and go on

Leave my lonely mind a cell

Keep flowing on a drill

I keep holding on to myself

Be humble, take it the slow way

As I'm aloud

Even holding on

My cell of space that holds me