John Frusciante

These things'll go slowly by
These things
They'll be where no one would think
And when given this life
I ought've thanked you all who will take it away
I notice that you're fine
Setting up beside wherever turns a blind eye
Any solemn phase
And you belong to two times at once
My radio's my heart
We live as one
Two ways at once
I know the waves I form
I know the way I won't become
These still places that are gone by