Interpret:

Doors, The

Album:

An American Prayer

I'll tell you this... 
No eternal reward will forgive us now 
For wasting the dawn. 
Back in those days everything was simpler and more 
confused 
One summer night, going to the pier 
I ran into two young girls 
The blonde one was called Freedom 
The dark one, Enterprise 
We talked and they told me this story 
Now listen to this... 
I'll tell you about Texas radio and the big beat 
Soft driven, slow and mad 
Like some new language 
Reaching your head with the cold, sudden fury of a divine 
messenger 
Let me tell you about heartache and the loss of god 
Wandering, wandering in hopeless night 
Out here in the perimeter there are no stars 
Out here we is stoned 
Immaculate.