Year Of The Cat by 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
Don't bother asking for explanations
She'll just tell you that she came
In the year of the cat
She doesn't 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
There's a hidden door she leads you to
These days, she says,
I feel my life Just like a river running thru
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