Heathaze

Genesis

1. No cloud, a sleepy calm
   Sunbaked earth that's cooled by gentle breeze, and trees
   Nothing must be done
   
   Far off sounds of others on their chosen run
   As they do, all those things they feel give a 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


R: 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
   Oh I feel like an alien, a stranger in an alien place
        
3. Now the light is 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
   
   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 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
   I feel like an alien, a stranger in an alien place

R: The trees...
   ...
   I feel like an alien, a stranger in an alien place