And if all of the people could claim to inspect such regret,
Well we'd have no forgiveness, forgetfulness, faithful remorse,
The Doors
Cлайд с цитатойOf our elaborate plans, the end...
Of everything that stands, the end...
No safety or surprise, the end...
I'll never look into your eyes... again...
For the music is your special friend:
Dance on fire as it intends.
Music is your only friend.
Ooh, great creator of being,
Grant us one more hour,
To perform our art
And perfect our lives.
My wild love is crazy
She screams like a bird;
She moans like a cat
When she wants to be heard.
You make me real,
You make me feel like lovers feel.
You make me throw away mistaken misery.
Make me free, love, make me free.
Summer's almost gone,
Almost gone.
Morning found us calmly unaware
Noon burn gold into our hair
At night we swim the laughing sea
When summer's gone
Where will we be?