Sam
John Frusciante
Before the break of day blackness has no chance
Forever all we've seen, you know it's gotta last
Faulted into being, no, we have no chance
All we've ever been is a dog bitten lass
Always intervene, nothing is attacked
Rounded into seeing, surround where you stand
Alternating beams through the vision cast
What travel is the spring that spins under glass