No cloud, a sleepy calm,
Sunbaked earth thats 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 theyre dull.
Its 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,
I just cant seem to let them loose.
And they cant refresh me those hot winds of the south.
Oh I feel like an alien, a stranger in an alien place.
Now the light is fading fast,
Chances slip away, a time will come to pass
When therell be none,
Then addicted to a perfumed poison,
Betrayed by its aftertaste,
Oh we shall lose the wonder and find nothing in return.
Many are the substitutes but theyre powerless on their own.
Beware the fisherman whos casting out his line
Into a dried up river bed,
But dont try to tell him cos he wont believe you.
Throw some bread to the ducks instead, its 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,
I just cant seem to let them loose.
And they cant refresh me those hot winds of the south.
I feel like an alien, a stranger in an alien place.