John Frusciante - Scratches

1,2,3,4

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

The weight of my freezinI have come to you
The face I was given
I have no similarities to

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

The matches of opportunities
Ihe last thing I've never seen
And I scream to you
ooh-hoo-ooh

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 cook
And I did
And I did
And I was screaming bloody murder
And I was one with pain
And I stopped by the roadside
Cos it's from were I came

An my god
But its so far away
It would seem accidents
Have gone straight to you

And you've changed you point of view
And the places your going to
I get crowded
I got crowded

And I'm so glad that your mine
Twist 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
No I tried