Heathaze - Genesis, Phil Collins, Tony Banks

No cloud, a sleepy calm

Sunbaked earth that’s cooled by gentle breeze

And trees with rustling leaves

Only endless days without a care

Nothing must be done

Silent as a day can be

Far-off sounds of others on their chosen run

As they do all those things they feel give life some meaning

Even if they’re dull

Time to stop this dreaming, must rejoin the real world

As revealed by orange lights and a smokey atmosphere

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

Feel like an alien, a stranger in an alien place

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

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

Feel like an alien, a stranger in an alien place

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

Feel like an alien, a stranger in an alien place