Place To Drive
Empty your half then mine
Wait on, erase time
And it found to be too many
Crawl to numbness of the womb
In shamless thrown yourself out first
They all break out
And they all break out
See in to which eyes a revolver
We move away from God
There was a place to drive
There was a place to drive
All along that day
Autor(es): John Frusciante
