paroles de chanson The Hill Dwellers (Live) - The Doors

Way back deep into the brain
Way back past the realm of pain
Back where there's never any rain
And the rain falls gently on the town
And over the heads of all of us

And in the labyrinth of streams beneath
The quiet unearthly presence
Of nervous hill dwellers in the gentle hills around
Reptiles abounding
Fossils, caves, cool air heights

Each house repeats a mold
Windows rolled
A beast car locked in against morning
All now sleeping
Rugs silent, mirrors vacant

Dust blind under the beds of lawful couples
Wound in sheets
And daughters, smug with semen
Eyes in their nipples