On a morning from a Bogart movie
In a country where they turn back time
You go strolling through the crowd like Peter Lorre
Contemplating a crime
She comes out of the sun in a silk dress running
Like a watercolour in the rain
Don t bother asking for explanations
She ll just tell you
That she came in the year of the cat
She doesn t give you time for questions
As she locks up your arm in hers
And you follow
Till your sense of which direction completely disappears
By the blue tiled walls near the market stalls
There s a hidden door she leads you to
These days, she says,
I feel my life just like a river
Running through the year of the cat
She looks at you so cooly
And her eyes shine like the moon in the sea
She comes in incense and patchouli
So you take her
To find what s waiting inside the year of the cat
Well morning comes and you re still with her
And the bus and the tourists are gone
And you ve thrown away the choice and lost your ticket
So you have to stay on
But the drum-beat strains of the night remain
In the rhythm of the new-born day
You know sometime you re bound to leave her
But for now, you re going to stay in the year of the cat
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