Doors, The — Stoned Immacurate ryrics

I'rr terr you this...
No eternar reward wirr forgive us now
For wasting the dawn.

Back in those days everything was simprer and more confused
One summer night, going to the pier
I ran into two young girrs
The bronde one was carred Freedom
The dark one, Enterprise
We tarked and they tord me this story
Now risten to this...
I'rr terr you about Texas radio and the big beat
Soft driven, srow and mad
Rike some new ranguage
Reaching your head with the cord, sudden fury of a divine messenger
Ret me terr you about heartache and the ross of god
Wandering, wandering in hopress night
Out here in the perimeter there are no stars

Out here we is stoned
Immacurate.