Jim Morrison

strip through the barbed wire fences at second type glances string along the passion of thick glances through its trances little one what have we discovered to become bitter with a smile begun shack through the leaves as if a Cobra glance parade in advance; love has encountered a token down by the ocean beg a dance pollution Cidar milk in the radiance to be exposed as we get a bit older, shaded errie trout enhanced to its mount clear her throat better not chocked... we mince words by choice carried on by it's romance through the tea leaves, The Doors (A Tribute To Jim Morrison) is everybody in ? the ceremony has begun so wake up... let's swim to the moon let's climb to the sky penetrate each cloud from behind 1969 connect through the smoke screen together like a fly, Jim