No cloud. A sleepy calm. Sunbaked earth that's cooled by gentle breeze. And trees with rustling leaves. Only endless days without a care. Nothing must be done.
Silent as a day can be. Far off sounds 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
ime 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 whe
eas the trees will lose their withered leaves, and I just can't seem to let them loose. And they can't refresh me, those hot winds of the south. Oh, I feel lik
an alien, a stranger in an alien place. Now the light is fading fast. Chances slip away. A time will come to pass when there'll be none then addicted to a per
umed poison betrayed by its after taste. Oh, we shall lose the 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 driedup riverbed. But don't try to tell him, 'cause he won't believe you. Throw some bread to the 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 can't refresh me, those hot winds of the south. I feel like an alien, a stranger in an
alien place.
alien place.