"Going Inside" lyrics
"Going Inside"
You don't throw your life away
Going inside
You get to know who's watchin' you
And who besides you resides
In your body
Where you're slow
Where you go doesn't matter
'Cause there will come a time
When time goes out the window
And you'll learn to drive out of focus
I'm you, and if anything unfolds
It's supposed to
Ooh
You don't throw your time away sitting still
I'm in a chain of memories
It's my will
And I had to consult some figures of the past
And I know someone after me
Will go right back
I'm not telling a view
I've got this night to unglue
I moved this fight away
By doing things there's no reason to do
Thanks to alejandro_mac2000 for adding these lyrics.
Writer(s): John Anthony Frusciante
This song tells about the singer's past drug addiction and why nobody should do drugs.
This track was also included on the eponymous EP by John Frusciante, released on his 31st birthday, on the 5th of March 2001.
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album:
"To Record Only Water For Ten Days" (2001)
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