SOUL KITCHEN The Doors

Well, the clock says it’s time to close
I guess I’d better go now,
I’d really like to stay here all night.

The cars crawl past all stuffed with eyes,
Street light shed their hollow glow,
Your brain seems bruised with numb surprise.

Still one place to go,
Still one place to go,
Let me sleep all night in your soul kitchen,,
Warm my mind near your gentle stove.

Turn me out and I’ll wander, baby,
Stumbling in the neon groves.
Your fingers weave quick minarets,
Speaking in secret alphabet.

I light another cigarette,
Learn to forget, learn to forget,
Learn to forget, learn to forget, get night
All night, all night


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