"Break on Through (to the Other Side) [pt. Two]"
Have I established a pattern Perhaps a bi-annual mental collapse? And is every day a thousand years For anyone with ears to hear? Someday I'll find me Can you really make all things new? I have reason to believe you do Nothing new Break on through (to the other side) [part two] Someday I'll find me If the briar or wheat grow Cloven tongues of fire aglow Or of snow, bond or free In whatever you may be Someday I'll find me