Bike - John Frusciante

I want, I want, I want searching, baby

I want, I want, I want searching

I’d never been right before, I walked right out that door

There’s a minimum for lurching

I will erase my face, there is no time or place

It’s just the way you are seeing, baby

I’m a song, I’ll arrest myself healing, healing

Life is gold and omitted my home reeling, reeling

Feelings hit the door, there’s never been more than war

Our appetites bind resisting

There is more than fate, there never is loss you take

Only the wind of receiving, baby

I want, I want, I want, hey, baby

I want, I want, I want

Heaven’s whore eating at my sides

What’s a goal that picks at my soul

I never was loved before for who I am, no more

The universe can be forgiving

There is no more fate than there is no mistakes

And mind is a big tape just playing

I want, I want, I want

There is you by my side and I want you, I need you

In the afternoon take a bike and become you, become you

And I want you, I need you

In the afternoon take a bike and become you, become you