Interpret:

Doors, The

Album:

An American Prayer

Shake dreams from your hair 
My pretty child, 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 cool jeweled moon 
Couples naked race down by it's quiet side 
And we laugh like soft, mad children 
Smug in the wooly cotton brains of infancy 
The music and voices are all around us. 
Choose they croon the Ancient Ones 
The time has come again 
Choose now, they croon 
Beneath the moon 
Beside an ancient lake 
Enter again the sweet forest 
Enter the hot dream 
Come with us 
Everything is broken up and dances.