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 let's get outside â€~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