Woorden: John Frusciante. The Will to Death. Wishing.

Do you throw it in the well?
Wishing you had someone to tell
What it was that you wished for
So it couldn't come true anymore

I've thrown so much away
These times die and stay alive
I've gone and I've stayed
And though both happened at the same time
I know which one I like and which one I hate

You never change to fire if you're ice
Even if you melt on a table and dry
And that table is burned, I'll tell you why
'Cause you stayed by going away
And life changes not you, life changes not you

Every time is contained in now
Now is the one time anything happens
Though one moment's shot in infinity's rounds
Now is the one time anything happens here
Here, here, here
Here, here, here