The Doors — Horse Latitudes lyrics
The page contains the lyrics of the song "Horse Latitudes" by The Doors.
Lyrics
When the still sea conspires an armor
And her sullen and aborted
Currents breed tiny monsters
True sailing is dead
Awkward instant
And the first animal is jettisoned
Legs furiously pumping
Their stiff green gallop
And heads bob up Poise
Delicate
Pause
Consent
In mute nostril agony
Carefully refined
And sealed over