The Doors - Ghost Song

Awake

Shake dreams from your hair, my pretty child, my sweet one
Choose the day, choose the sign of your day, the day's divinity,
first thing you see.

A vast radiant beach and cool jewelled moon
Couples naked race down by its quiet side
And we laugh like soft, mad children,
Smug in the woolly cotton brains of infancy.
The music and voices with 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.

Indian scattered on dawn's highway bleeding.
Ghosts crowd the young child's fragile eggshell mind.