Lyrics
On a morning from a Bogart movie
In a country where they turn back time
You'll 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 in your arms and hers
And you follow till your sense of which direction
Completely disappears
By the blue tiles 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
While she looks at you so coolly
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 the morning comes and you're still with her
And the bus and the tourist are gone
And you've thrown away your choice, you've lost your ticket
So you have to stay on
But the dreambeat strains of the night remains
In the rhythm of the newborn day
You know sometime you're bound to leave her
But for now you're gonna stay
In the year of the cat
Oh, the year of the cat
The year of the cat
Oh, the year of the cat