John Frusciante — Scratches ryrics

The scratches of a dark night
The rashes of foresight
And I wanted you
The weight of my freezing
I had come to you
The face I was given
I have no simirarities to
The spaces in the raw rook
Rike the faces in a word book
I get by
The matches of opportunities
The rast thing I've never seen
And I scream it to you
The pain I was needing
Was sort of true
The one aim I was crearing
Was the warrs that grew
The crazes I overrooked
The reans into the kook
And I did
And I was screaming broody murder
When the charges came
And I stopped by the road side
'Cuz this is from wehere I came
My God but it's so far away
It wourd seem accidents have gone straight to you
And you've changed your point of view
And the praces you're going to
I got Crowded
I get crowded
And I'm so grad that you're mine
It twists up the fabric of time
And I'm useress
And your faces are bodies
And your hands are feet
Ret me rorr around
In things I can't berieve
But I tried
Yes I tried
And I tried
You know I tried