Teksty: John Frusciante. Inside Of Emptiness. The World's Edge.

These are different lives
Being lived at the same time
Like holding in to a whole
The world's edge is closer
I'm gonna leap right off her
And that will be the end of me
Intersecting lines
Falling way behind
I'm walking on a rope
Drifting from her
I've never been further
All I know is right
Dreams drift right past me