Lirieke: White Rabbits. “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