The End Of The Show - The Cats

You thought the leaden winter

Would bring you down forever

But you rode upon a steamer

To the violence of the sun

And the colors of the sea blind

Your eyes with trembling mermaids

And you touch the distant beaches

With tales of brave ulysses

How his wears were tortured

By the sirens sweetly singing

For the sparkling waves are calling

You to kiss their white laced lips

And you see a girls brown body

Dancing through the turquoise

And her footprints make you follow

Where the sky loves the sea

And when your fingers find her

She drowns you in her body

Carving deep blue ripples

In the tissues of your mind

The tiny purple fishes run

Laughing through your fingers

And you want to take her with

You to the hard land of the winter

Her name is aphrodite

And she rides a crimson shell

And you know you cannot leave

Her for you touched the distant sands

With tales of brave ulysses

How his wears were tortured

By the sirens sweetly singing

The tiny purple fishes run

Lauging through your fingers

And you want to take her with

You to the hard land of the winter