Текст: John Frusciante. Curtains. Control.

It's not the way I go
It's not the way I go
Noone here hears me
I'm sick of people knowing me
Life's confusing me
There's so much I don't see
something's controlling me
It's no way to live
I haven't got a thing to give
And those signs trade off
I'm a line from loud to soft
For what I have to say
I wanted to build a stage
I wanted to feel this way
All this things are real
I don't know my own field
You will prove me wrong
I don't know one

I see now what I've got
It reveals just what is is not
Someday I'll take it away
There's nothing for me anyway
Love don't choose me
wide don't see a thing
What I'm saying is now
I don't know what it's about
I wander through the dawn
so much goes on
Who will make me run
I admit I might be wrong
These letters shelter me now
I wonder how