Uprane
John Frusciante
You know we have to lose, we break our minds to choose
Between when, what and where
The carriers of pain do not discriminate
Distinction's in the stars
Aw, sides bringing me a vision in my minds eye
Etiquette as a stroke, you don't know what I mean and yet you go to it
Rain from yourself to the cloudy skies till you are dry
Lightning strikes the sun, won't you come on?
Rain from yourself to the cloudy skies till you are dry
Lightning strikes the sun, won't you come on?
Rain from yourself to the cloudy skies till you are dry
Lightning strikes the sun, won't you come on?
Rain from yourself to the cloudy skies till you are dry
Lightning strikes the sun, won't you come on?