[01:07.83]On a morning from a Bogart movie[01:11.94]In a country where they turn back time[01:15.84]You go strolling through the crowd like Peter Lorre[01:19.89]Contemplating a crime[01:23.91]She comes out of the sun in a silk dress running[01:28.17]Like a watercolour in the rain[01:33.09]Don't bother asking for explanations[01:36.42]She'll just tell you that she came[01:38.07]In the year of the cat.[01:57.33]She doesn't give you time for questions[02:01.29]As she locks up your eyes in hers[02:05.46]And you follow 'till your sense of which direction[02:09.51]Completely disappears[02:13.71]By the blue tiled walls near the market stalls[02:17.58]There's a hidden door she leads you to[02:19.92]These days, she says, I feel my life[02:25.47]Just like a river running through[02:29.25]The year of the cat[02:46.47]She looks at you so cooly[02:48.66]And her eyes shine like the moon in the sea[02:54.12]She comes in incense and patchouli[02:58.65]So you take her, to find what's waiting inside[03:05.88]The year of the cat.[04:30.45]Well morning comes and you're still with her[04:34.56]And the bus and the tourists are gone[04:38.55]And you've thrown away the choice and lost your ticket[04:42.45]So you have to stay on[04:46.56]But the drum-beat strains of the night remain[04:50.52]In the rhythm of the new-born day[04:55.17]You know sometime you're bound to lose her[04:58.62]BUt for now you're going to stay[05:01.68]In the year of the cat.