Hear Say - John Frusciante

He don’t see now, you don’t see the heaps of elevation in me

No one gave me time or rhythm, I don’t give you mine

Intricacies, intricacies, see as deep into anything

Help me son 'cause you will give me mine in further intimacy

In a steady set up scene, the lights are closing in on thee

Who is this that stands right up to time and closes in

Endless hearsay, listen hearsay, apples gleam in riches filthy

Heaven give me signs for I’m inclined eternally

You don’t hear now, she don’t the sound of music in your ears

Arrows point at those that dictate black to you and me