Bike John Frusciante

I want, I want, I want searching, baby
I want, I want, I want searching
I'd never been right before, I walked right out that door
There's a minimum for lurching
I will erase my face, there is no time or place
It's just the way you are seeing, baby

I'm a song, I'll arrest myself healing, healing
Life is gold and omitted my home reeling, reeling

Feelings hit the door, there's never been more than war
Our appetites bind resisting
There is more than fate, there never is loss you take
Only the wind of receiving, baby
I want, I want, I want, hey, baby
I want, I want, I want

Heaven's whore eating at my sides
What's a goal that picks at my soul

I never was loved before for who I am, no more
The universe can be forgiving
There is no more fate than there is no mistakes
And mind is a big tape just playing
I want, I want, I want