Doors The An American Prayer Lyrics

An American Prayer Lyrics

Awake.
Shake dreams from your hair,
My pretty child, my sweet
one.
Choose the day and 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 its quiet side,
and we laugh like soft,
mad children,
smug in the wooly cotton brains of infancy.
The music and
the voices are all around us.

Choose, they crooned, the ancient
ones.
The time has come again.
Choose now, they croon beneath the
moon,
Beside the ancient lake.
Enter again the sweet forest,
enter the
hot dream,
come with us.
Everything is broken up, and
dances.

Indians scattered on Dawn's Highway bleeding,
ghosts crowd
the young child's fragile eggshell mind.