The Doors

What do you want?

Is it music?

We can play music.

But you want more.

You want something and someone new.

Am I right?

Of course I am.

I know what you want.

You want ecstasy

Desire & dreams

Things not exactly what they seem.

I lead you this way, he pulls that way.

I'm not singing to an imaginary girl.

I'm talking to you, my self.

Let's recreate the world.

The palace of conception is burning.