the lemonheads
year of the cat
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 watercolor 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 'Til 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 through  The year of the cat Well, she looks at you so coolly And her eyes shine like the moon in the sea She comes in incense and patchouli  So you take her, to find what's waiting inside The year of the cat  Well, morning comes and you're still with her And the bus and the tourists are gone And you've thrown away the choice And lost your ticket So you have to stay on  But the drum-beat strains of the night remain In the rhythm of the new-born day You know sometime you're bound to leave her But for now you're going to stay  In the year of the cat