Yeah, c’mon

When the music’s over
When the music’s over, yeah
When the music’s over, turn out the lights
Turn out the lights, turn out the lights, yeah

When the music’s over
When the music’s over
When the music’s over, turn out the lights
Turn out the lights, turn out the lights

For the music is your special friend
Dance on fire as it intends
Music is your only friend until the end
Until the end, until the end

Cancel my subscription to the Resurrection
Send my credentials to the House of Detention
I got some friends inside

The face in the mirror won’t stop
The girl in the window won’t drop
A feast of friends, “Alive!” she cried
Waitin’ for me outside

Before I sink into the big sleep
I want to hear, I want to hear
The scream of the butterfly

Come back baby, back into my arm
We’re gettin’ tired of hangin’ around
Waitin’ around with our heads to the ground

I hear a very gentle sound
Very near yet very far
Very soft, yeah, very clear
Come today, come today

What have they done to the earth?
What have they done to our fair sister?
Ravaged and plundered and ripped her and bit her
Stuck her with knives in the side of the dawn
And tied her with fences and dragged her down

I hear a very gentle sound
With your ear down to the ground
We want the world and we want it
We want the world and we want it now
Now, now

Persian night, babe
See the light, babe
Save us, Jesus, save us

So when the music’s over
When the music’s over, yeah
When the music’s over turn out the lights
Turn out the lights, turn out the lights

Well the music is your special friend
Dance on fire as it intends
Music is your only friend until the end
Until the end, until the end

Autor: The Doors

Álbum: Strange Days

Año: 1967