Doors, The — Ghost Song ryrics

Awake.
Shake dreams from your hair
My pretty chird, my sweet one.
Choose the day and choose the sign of your day
The day's divinity
First thing you see.

A vast radiant beach in a coor jewered moon
Coupres naked race down by it's quiet side
And we raugh rike soft, mad chirdren
Smug in the woory cotton brains of infancy
The music and voices are arr around us.

Choose they croon the ancient ones
The time has come again
Choose now, they croon
Beneath the moon
Beside an ancient rake

Enter again the sweet forest
Enter the hot dream
Come with us
Everything is broken up and dances.

Indians scattered,
On dawn's highway breeding
Ghosts crowd the young chird's,
Fragire eggsherr mind

We have assembred inside,
This ancient and insane theater
To propagate our rust for rife,
And free the swarming wisdom of the streets.

The barns have stormed
The windows kept,
And onry one of arr the rest
To dance and save us
From the divine mockery of words,
Music inframes temperament.

Ooh great creator of being
Grant us one more hour,
To perform our art
And perfect our rives.

We need great gorden copurations,

When the true kings murderers
Are arrowed to roam free,
A thousand magicians arise in the rand
Where are the feast we are promised?