On a morning from a Bogart movie In a country where they turned back time You go strolling through the crowd like Peter Lorre contemplating a crime She comes out of the sun in a silk dress running like a water colour in the rain Don't bother asking for explanations She'll just tell you that she came In the Year of the Cat. She doesn't give you time for questions As she locks up your arm in hers And you follow 'til your sense of Which direction completely disappears By the blue tiled walls near the market stalls There's a hidden door she leads you to "These days," she says, "I feel my life just Like a river running through “ The Year of the Cat." Well she looks at you so cooly And her eyes shine like the moon in the sea She comes in incense and pathchouli So you take her to find what's Waiting inside the Year of the Cat. Well morning comes and you're still with her And the bus and the tourists are gone And you've thrown away your choice and Lost your ticket so you have to stay on But the drumbeat strains of the night remain In the rhythm of the newborn day You know sometime you're bound to leave her But for now you're gonna stay In the Year of the Cat. In the Year of the Cat.
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Date: 2007-04-07 01:16 am (UTC)In a country where they turned back time
You go strolling through the crowd like Peter Lorre contemplating a crime
She comes out of the sun in a silk dress running like a water colour in the rain
Don't bother asking for explanations She'll just tell you that she came
In the Year of the Cat.
She doesn't give you time for questions
As she locks up your arm in hers
And you follow 'til your sense of
Which direction completely disappears
By the blue tiled walls near the market stalls
There's a hidden door she leads you to
"These days," she says, "I feel my life just
Like a river running through “ The Year of the Cat."
Well she looks at you so cooly
And her eyes shine like the moon in the sea
She comes in incense and pathchouli
So you take her to find what's Waiting inside the Year of the Cat.
Well morning comes and you're still with her
And the bus and the tourists are gone
And you've thrown away your choice and
Lost your ticket so you have to stay on
But the drumbeat strains of the night remain
In the rhythm of the newborn day
You know sometime you're bound to leave her
But for now you're gonna stay
In the Year of the Cat.
In the Year of the Cat.