Beware the fisherman
And they can't refresh me

Throw some bread to the ducks instead
Now the light is fading fast
The trees and I are shaken by
That same wind but whereas
But don't try to tell him
'Cause he won't believe you

Who's casting out his line
Must rejoin the real world
Into a dried up river bed
Silent as a day can be
Give life some meaning even if they're dull
As they do all those things they feel
A stranger in an alien place

But they're powerless on their own
Nothing must be done
Those hot winds of the south
Those hot winds of the south

Only endless days without a care
I feel like an alien
Far off sounds of others on their chosen run
Betrayed by its aftertaste
A stranger in an alien place
Then addicted to a perfumed poison
I just can't seem to let them loose
Chances slip away, a time will come to pass
And they can't refresh me
A stranger in an alien place
As revealed by orange lights

The trees will lose their withered leaves
And a smoky atmosphere
Many are the substitutes
And find nothing in return
The trees will lose their withered leaves

It's easier that way

It's time to stop this dreaming
I feel like an alien
The trees and I are shaken by

That same wind but whereas
When there'll be none
Oh, we shall lose the wonder
And trees with rustling leaves
Oh, I feel like an alien
I just can't seem to let them loose