Iron Butterfly In The Crowds
I look for the sun
in dire need of someone, somewhere,
I look for the sun
in dire need of someone, somewhere.
Words lost in the past
of memories that will never last.
My mind wanders the crowds in a search,
In the search of the one that I feel is my life,
It the crowds.
For me this is the end.
For me this is the end.
For me this is the end.
For me this is the end.
For me this is the end.
For me this is the end.
For me this is the end.
Words and Music By Doug Ingle and Lee Dorman
© 1968 (unp) by Ten East Music & Cotillion Music, Inc.
© 1969 by Ten East Music & Cotillion Music, Inc.
All Rights Reserved Including Public Performance For Profit
