March Of The Camels

There is people in a picture

Hanging on the hall wall

We watch them cross the desert from an armchair in the hall

We saw the world from the edge of our seat

Dance with the harem and drank with sheet

The man on the back of the camels were following me

And we make ourselves a home at the foot of the steps

Blankets and old wooden chairs and we stayed there

We laid there room go smaller

We beg for water but went for air

So we ran away from our old brittle home

We thought it was sand and the lamp was the sun

So lets get outside cause we've been inside for too long

And we take a drive and the buildings all turn into trees

And after a while we find ourselves down by the sea

The beach was a dessert outside in an old magazine

The sheiks and the harem were under the waves

The camels they all wash away

And no one is happier

And nothing is free

So I think to myself we should go and get us a drink