3675
Completely disappears
3676
By the blue tiled walls near the market stalls
3677
There’s a hidden door she leads you to
3678
These days, she says, I feel my life
3679
Just like a river running through
3680
The year of the cat.
3681
While she looks at you so cooly
3682
And her eyes shine like the moon in the sea
3683
She comes in incense and patchouli
3684
So you take her,
3685
To find what’s waiting inside
3686
The year of the cat.
3687
Well morning comes
3688
And you’re still with her
3687
And the bus and the tourists are gone
3688
And you’ve thrown away your choice
3689
You’ve lost your ticket
3690
So you have to stay on
3691
But the drum-beat strains of the night remain
3692
In the rhythm of the newborn day