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

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