Bm  &  C#7  &  Bm  &  Em7  &
          B        E
     No cloud, a sleepy calm
      A                     F#m              G#m       B
     Sunbaked earth that's cooled by gentle breeze, and trees
  F#m                B          Bm               C#7
     With rustling leaves, only endless days without a care
   Bm                 Em7
     Nothing must be done


      B            E
     Silent, as a day can be
      A                F#m        G#m          B
     Far off sounds of others on their chosen run
  F#m         B              Bm                    C#7
     As they do, all those things they feel give a life some meaning
   Bm                 Em7
     Even if they're dull


           D                     Am           D             Am
     It's time to stop this dreaming, must rejoin the real world
     D              Am                    D         Am
     As revealed by orange lights and a smoky atmosphere

     C  &  Bb  &  F  &  Bb  &  D7  &  B  &  F#  &


          Ebm              B            Bbm                 C#
     The trees and I are shaken by, the same winds but whereas
           B                      Ebm
     The trees will lose their withered leaves
       Bbm                    G#m
     I just can't seem to let them loose
  Ebm                   B             Bbm               C#
     And they can't refresh me, those hot winds of the south
    B                  C#          B           C#
     Oh I feel like an alien, a stranger in an alien place

    B                  E          A              F#m
     Now the light is fading fast, chances slip away
                 G#m         B  F#m                  B
     A time will come to pass,     when there'll be none
             Bm         C#7                  Bm                Em7
     Then addicted to a perfumed poison, betrayed by its aftertaste


        D                     Am           D            Am
     Oh we shall lose the wonder and find nothing in return
      D            Am                      D                 Am
     Many are the substitutes but they're powerless on their own

     C  &  Bb  &  F  &  Bb  &  D7  &  B  &  F#  &


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

  Ebm                      B            Bbm                 C#
     The trees and I are shaken by, the same winds but whereas
           B                      Ebm
     The trees will lose their withered leaves
       Bbm                    G#m
     I just can't seem to let them loose
  Ebm                   B             Bbm               C#
     And they can't refresh me, those hot winds of the south
    B               Ebm        Bbm          G#m
     I feel like an alien, a stranger in an alien place

      Ebm  &  B  &  Bbm  &  C#  &  B  &  Ebm  &  Bbm  &  G#m  &
     [                                                           ]  TEKRAR