On a morning from a Bogart movie
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In a country where they turn back time
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You go strolling through the crowd like Peter Lorre
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Contemplating a crime
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She comes out of the sun in a silk dress
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running like a watercolour in the rain
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Don't bother asking for explanations
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She'll just tell you that she came
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In the year of the cat
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She doesn't give you time for questions
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As she locks up your arm in hers
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And you follow
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'till your sense of which direction
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Completely disappears
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By the blue tiled walls
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near the market stalls
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There's a hidden door she leads you to
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These days, she says,
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I feel my life Just like a river running thru
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The year of the cat
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Well, she looks at you so cooly
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And her eyes shine like the moon in the sea
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She comes in incense and patchouli
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So you take her, to find what's waiting inside
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The year of the cat
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Well, morning comes and you're still with her
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And the bus and the tourists are gone
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And you've thrown away the choice
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and lost your ticket
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So you have to stay on
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But the drum-beat strains of the night remain
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In the rhythm of the new-born day
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You know sometime you're bound to leave her
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But for now you're going to stay
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In the year of the cat
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Year of the Cat
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| Lemonheads |
