Helen around you has nothing to do
With those fakes and snakes they think we give to them.

They think they're that, we think they're that...
Are we, just came from a red pencil
Feelings a sliding wheel, ooh....

See, look at me now
Se're like pieces of water with love os seen and unseen.
You see times they cyn,
And I'm moving on frail, so goodbye it's
A pleasure we just met
That's what you get,
That's what you get

I love you

Composição: John Frusciante