The Doors

Music inflames temperament.

People are strange when you're a stranger,
Faces look ugly when you're alone.
Women seem wicked when you're unwanted,
Streets are uneven when you're down.

For the music is your special friend:
Dance on fire as it intends.
Music is your only friend.

This is the end,
Beautiful friend.
This is the end,
My only friend, the end.

It hurts to set you free,
But you'll never follow me.
The end of laughter and soft lies,
The end of nights we tried to die...
This is the end.

My wild love is crazy
She screams like a bird;
She moans like a cat
When she wants to be heard.

I'm a spy in the house of love.
I know the dream, that you're dreamin' of.
I know the word that you long to hear.
I know your deepest, secret fear.
I know everything.

When you're strange,
No one remembers your name.

Of our elaborate plans, the end...
Of everything that stands, the end...
No safety or surprise, the end...
I'll never look into your eyes... again...

Well you asked how much I love you,
Why do ships with sails love the wind?

Into this world we're thrown...
Like a dog without a bone,
An actor out on loan.