Lyrics
No cloud, a sleepy calm,
No clouds, a peaceful calm.
Sunbaked earth that's cooled by gentle breeze,
Sunbaked earth cooled by a gentle breeze.
And trees with rustling leaves,
Trees with rustling leaves.
Only endless days without a care,
Endless carefree days, nothing to be done.
Nothing must be done.
Emphasis on a state of inactivity and tranquility.
Silent as a day can be,
A day with profound silence.
Far-off sounds of others on their chosen run
Distant sounds of others pursuing their chosen activities.
As they do all those things they feel give life some meaning,
People engage in activities they believe give life meaning, even if mundane.
Even if they're dull.
Acknowledgment of the potential dullness of these activities.
It's time to stop this dreaming, must rejoin the real world
A call to end the dream and return to reality.
As revealed by orange lights and a smoky atmosphere.
Reality is portrayed with orange lights and a smoky atmosphere.
The trees and I are shaken by the same wind but whereas
Commonality between the speaker and trees facing the same wind.
The trees will lose their withered leaves,
Trees will lose leaves in the wind, but the speaker struggles to let go.
I just can't seem to let them loose.
The difficulty of releasing something despite its withering.
And they can't refresh me those hot winds of the south.
Unable to be rejuvenated by the hot winds of the south.
Oh I feel like an alien, a stranger in an alien place.
Feeling like an alien, a stranger in an unfamiliar place.
Now the light is fading fast,
Light fading fast, opportunities slipping away.
Chances slip away, a time will come to pass
A time when there will be no chances.
When there'll be none,
No opportunities left.
Then addicted to a perfumed poison,
Addiction to a tempting but harmful allure.
Betrayed by its aftertaste,
Betrayed by the lingering taste of the allure.
Oh we shall lose the wonder and find nothing in return.
Losing wonder and gaining nothing in return.
Many are the substitutes but they're powerless on their own.
Many substitutes are powerless alone.
Beware the fisherman who's casting out his line
Warning about a fisherman in a dried-up river bed.
Into a dried up river bed,
Futility in the fisherman's action.
But don't try to tell him 'cos he won't believe you.
The fisherman won't believe advice.
Throw some bread to the ducks instead, it's easier that way.
Suggesting an easier alternative, feeding ducks.
I feel like an alien, a stranger in an alien place.
Reiteration of feeling like an alien in a strange place.
The trees and I are shaken by the same wind but whereas
Repetition of the speaker and trees being affected by the same wind.
The trees will lose their withered leaves,
Similarity in losing leaves, but the speaker struggles to let go.
I just can't seem to let them loose.
The difficulty of releasing something despite its withering.
And they can't refresh me those hot winds of the south.
Unable to be rejuvenated by the hot winds of the south.
I feel like an alien, a stranger in an alien place.
Reiteration of feeling like an alien, a stranger in an unfamiliar place.
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