Lyrics A Trip to Tropical Islands - Obywatel G.C.

A Trip to Tropical Islands

I feel that somewhere far away
Someone is lying on hot sand
The ocean sings a quiet song
And runs to him just like a dog
And when I focus my mind’s eye
I see two women nearby
Carressing gently the man’s neck
Motionless as if he slept — as if he slept
I see a waiter in white tails
To the lying man he sails
He slowly puts down a frosted glass
He has his trouser-legs turned up — that’s right
I’m sensing
Another life
I’m dreaming
When something
Wakes me up
I look at
Falling snow
That’s nothing
I’m happy just to know
Oh you can sip through coloured straws
The time so lazy hot and slow
I sense although I haven’t tried
Exotic tastes of cloudless skies
I’m sensing
Another life
I’m dreaming
When something
Wakes me up
I look at
Falling snow
That’s nothing
I’m happy just to know
And I can hear although I don’t
The melody of someone’s song
I guess It is the ocean breeze
Which plays the swaying palms and sings