No cloud, a sleepy calm
Sunbaked earth that's 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 can't 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, time will come to pass
Then there'll be none and addicted to a perfumed 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 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
