The Ghost Song Lyrics - An American Prayer - The Doors

Awake 

Shake dreams from your hair 

My pretty child, my sweet one 

Choose the day, choose the sign of your day 

The days 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 woolly cotton brains of infancy 

The music and voices are 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 

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Enter again the sweet forest 

Enter the hot dream 

Come with us 

Everything is broken up and dances 

Indians scattered, 

On dawns highway bleeding 

Ghosts crowd the young childs, 

Fragile eggshell mind 

We have assembled inside, 

This ancient and insane theater 

To propagate our lust for our life, 

And flee the swarming wisdom of the streets. 

The barns have stormed 

The windows kept, 

And only one of all the rest 

To dance and save us 

From the divine mockery of words, 

Music inflames temperament. 

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Ooh great creator of being 

Grant us one more hour, 

To perform our art 

And perfect our lives. 

We need great golden copulations, 

When true kings murders 

Are allowed to roam free, 

A thousand musicians arise from the land 

Where are the feast we are promised? 

One more thing 

Thank you oh lord 

For the white blind light 

Thank you oh lord 

For the white blind light 

A city rises from the sea 

I had a splitting headache 

From witch the feature is maid