John Frusciante - Message to the one that I am

She'd be making love to music
Every time I came along
Her eyes wide open, she couldn’t breathe
Raped and loved by her favorite song

Her face was pale, her skin unscarred
Legs embalmed like porcelain jars
All Gods cried out to hear her moan
Her angels died right on their thrones Forever more, forever yours
I can't control what I adore!
A war within this soul of mine
Under the penderosa pine

No living man could make her come
As music was the only one
“I live for you, in you alone
Can I confide my rights, my wrongs”

Now there she walks right down the hills
Surrounded by It’s chemistry
A green day, blue grass, purple, stones
Musical chameleons

Forever more, forever yours
I can't control what I adore!
A war within this soul of mine
Under the penderosa pine

In her heart she knows it well
When art is lost and music’s dead
That everything around her dies
And anything she say’s a lie

Forever more, forever yours
I can't control what I adore!
A war within this soul of mine
Under the penderosa pine