Wake Up! (Live at the Hollywood Bowl, 1968) - The Doors
Wake up
You can't remember where It was
Has this dream stopped
The snake was pale gold
Glazed and shrunken
We were afraid to touch It
The sheets were hot dead prisons
And she was beside me old
She's no young
He dark red hair
Her white soft skin
Now run to the mirror In the bathroom
Look
She's coming In here
I can't live thrum each slow century of her moving
I let my cheek slide down
The cool smooth tile
Feel the good cold stinging blood
The smooth hissing snakes of rain
