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

 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 winds but whereas
 The trees will lose their withered leaves
 I just can't seem to let them loose
 And they can't refresh me those hot winds of the south
 Feel like an alien, a stranger in an alien place

 Now the light id fading fast
 Chances slip away, a time will come to pass
 When there'll be none
 Then addicted to a perfumed poison
 Betrayed by its aftertaste
 We shall lose the wonder and find nothing in return
 Many are the substitutes but they're powerless an their own

 Beware the fisherman who's casting out his line
 Into a dried up river bed
 But don't try to tell him cos he won't believe you
 Throw some bread to the ducks instead, it's easier that way
 Feel like an alien, a stranger in an alien place