Year of The Cat — текст песни (Lemonheads)

On a morning from a bogart movie

In a country where they turn 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 watercolour in the rain

Dont bother asking for explanations



Shell just tell you that she came

In the year of the cat









She doesnt give you time for questions

As she locks up your arm in hers

And you follow

till your sense of which direction

Completely disappears



By the blue tiled walls

Near the market stalls

Theres a hidden door she leads you to



These days, she says,

I feel my life just like a river running thru



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 patchouli



So you take her, to find whats waiting inside

The year of the cat



Well, morning comes and youre still with her

And the bus and the tourists are gone

And youve thrown away the choice

And lost your ticket

So you have to stay on



But the drum-beat strains of the night remain

In the rhythm of the new-born day

You know sometime youre bound to leave her

But for now youre going to stay



In the year of the cat