When I'm with you, I feel like myself No stranger, the shadow of somebody else When I feel you holdin' my hand I get touched, ain't this life grand?
But the form of a life is long, never-ending And the smell of your hello, I know And the smile of a knife is seldom befriending And the smell of tangelo, I know
When I'm near you, I feel like a king A life force inside to do anything When I'm downtown, I pick up the phone I hear you and I'm not alone
But the form of a life, a long never-ending And the smell of your hello, I know And the smile of a knife is seldom befriending And the smell of tangelo, I know
But December came strong, the mending went wrong And the clothes on the line never dried And the crows on my hill came in for the kill But the dream of this love never died
When I lost you out in that field My crooked eyes could hardly conceal Tell me one time and bring me my tray Oh, let it go and now I must pray Let's pray
Compositores: Anthony Kiedis (PRS), Chad Gaylord Smith (PRS), John Anthony Frusciante (PRS), Michael Peter Balzary (PRS)Editor: Antjonfleesmif Publishing (BMI)Publicado em 2021 (10/Jan)ECAD verificado obra #33910030 e fonograma #32631171 em 10/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM