Текст песни
Where where you are is a state of mind, this kind of falling saved my son
Where where you are is a state of mind, nothing s repeating every monday, it s no good saying you ll always be mine
They make me so tired, nothing s repeating every monday
And all the while there s a false face, where where you are is a state of mind, i can t remember where i went
These jokes life s playing, this every killing is left untraced John, i like to fade when i write this line
These jokes life s playing, these jokes life s playing
I don t know the real from what i thought i saw, where where you are is a state of mind, i m gonna move towards a point in time
this constant longings for what s gone
It s already too much to always see you, i can t remember where i went
this kind of falling saved my son
Where where you are is a state of mind, some of them yours and some i thought of
I m gonna move towards a point in time, and any time i can read your thoughts Real, and all the while there s a false face
There s every reason to paint a decline, and all the while there s a false face
Some of them yours and some i thought of, nothing s repeating every monday
there s no good reason for a heartbreak
I m gonna move towards a point in time, where where you are is a state of mind
there s no good reason for a heartbreak
They make me so tired, the sense that hours go back is enough, and every mile i walk is five
and every mile i walk is five
where where you are is a state of mind
i like to fade when i write this line
The sense that hours go back is enough, and all the while there s a false face
I don t know the real from what i thought i saw, they make me so tired The, the sense that hours go back is enough
I can t remember where i went, where where you are is a state of mind
i get where i m going in the next life
And every mile i walk is five, they make me so tired
Some of them yours and some i thought of, there s every reason to paint a decline
I m gonna move towards a point in time, they make me so tired
The sense that hours go back is enough, it s already too much to always see you Frusciante, some of them yours and some i thought of
This kind of falling saved my son, i can t remember where i went
Where where you are is a state of mind, it s already too much to always see you, where where you are is a state of mind
There s every reason to paint a decline, and every mile i walk is five
i m gonna move towards a point in time