learn to forgett

[the doors]

Hello, I love you, let me jump in your game
When she moves my brain screams out this song

She has wisdom and knows what to do
She has me and she has you

I found an island in your arms
Country in your eyes
Arms that chain
Eyes that lie

Before you slip into unconsciousness
I’d like to have another kiss
The streets are fields that never die
Deliver me from reasons why

The time to hesitate is through
No time to wallow in the mire
Try now we can only lose
And our love become a funeral pyre

I smiled at you,
You smiled at me
You talked to me
I talked to you
I walked with you,
You walked with me
No we can’t turn back, babe
Yeah, we’re on our way,

Time to walk
Time to run
Time to aim your arrows
At the sun
Takes it easy, baby
Take it as it comes
Don’t move too fast
And you want your love to last
Oh, you’ve been movin‘ much too fast

Can you picture what will be, so limitless and free
Desperately in need, of some, stranger’s hand
In a, desperate land

You reach your hand to hold me
But I can’t be your guide
Easy, I love you
As I watch you glide

Hey, all you people that tryin‘ to sleep
I’m out to make it with my midnight dream, yeah ‚cause I’m a back door man, the men don’t know
But the little girls understand, all right, yeah

I love you, the best.
Better than all the rest.
That I meet in the summer.
Indian summer.

I see you live on Love Street
There’s this store where the creatures meet
I wonder what they do in there
Summer Sunday and a year

Not to touch the earth
Not to see the sun
Nothing left to do, but
Run, run, run
C’mon baby run with me

And you won’t know a thing till you get inside

We had some good times
But they’re gone
The winter’s comin‘ on
Summer’s almost gone
Where will we be
When the summer’s gone?
Morning found us calmly unaware

Wintertime winds blow cold the season
Fallen in love, I’m hopin‘ to be
Wind is so cold, is that the reason?
Love has been lost, is that the reason?
Trying so desperately to be free
Come with me dance, my dear

Breakfast where the news is read
Television children fed
Bullet strikes the helmet’s head
And, it’s all over

No one here gets out alive, now
You get yours, baby
I’ll get mine
Gonna make it, baby