No cloud
The sleepy
Calm sunbaked earth
Thats cooled by gentle breeze
And trees
With rasping leaves
Only endless days without a care
Nothing must be done
Silent as a day can be
Far off songs of others
On their chosen run
As they do
All those things they feel give life
Some meaning
Even if they're dull
It's time to stop this dreaming
Must rejoin the real world
As revealed by orange lights
And a smoky atmosphere
The trees and I are shaken by
The same wind but whereas
The trees will lose their withered leaves
And I just can't seem to let them loose
And they come refresh me
Those hot winds of the south
Oh, I feel liken alien
A stranger
In an alien place
Now the light is fading fast
Chances slip away
Time will come
To pass
Then there'll be night
And addicted to a perfume poison
Betrayed by its aftertaste
Oh, we shall lose their wonder
And find nothing in return
Many are the substitutes
But they're powerless on their own
Beware the fisherman
Who's casting out his line
Into a dried-up riverbed
But dont try to tell him
'Cause he wont believe you
Throw some bread to te ducks instead
It's easier that way
I feel like an alien
A stranger
In an alien place
The trees and I are shaken by
The same wind but whereas
The trees will lose their withered leaves
And I just can't seem to let them loose
And they come refresh me
Those hot winds of the south
I feel like an alien
A stranger
In an alien place
