This precise time and right here Are not going anywhere I?ve had enough of new todays For once I?d like to go another way
I speak my last words and then remember it may never end All that I?ve won I have lost Each passing moment cuts me off Well, I don?t like to waste a chance but they?re overflowing
What I don?t do will get done by somebody When I was five I saw some plants ungrowing Whether seen forwards or back they?d keep going They?d keep going
If the seasons which change were all still It?s so easy to see life would fail Whatever slips out of our hands Will find its way back to us once again
If the seasons which change were all still It?s so easy to see life would fail Whatever slips out of our hands
Will find its way back to us once again Will find its way back to us once again Will find its way back to us once again Once again
Compositor: John Anthony Frusciante (John Frusciante) (PRS)Editor: Niandra La Des Music (BMI)ECAD verificado obra #15233324 em 04/Abr/2024