Spinning circles in the heart of the city
Finding shelter in the shade
Heat beat down on the paving
Where our feet took the burden again
And in the evening we were tossing and turning
Tired and yearning for rain
Took flight in the darkest of nights, to the Catsk** Mountain range
We went out on those hills, we took over their plains
Climbed that old fire tower by the hotel remains
And I've never felt any better
I tried to describe it in a letter
And I sent it from Phoenicia but wasn't sure whether
My words would ever reach you
We took pleasure in being, consequently seeing the stillness it brings
On the porch of a cabin, in the shadow of a mountain of which we were kings
When the time came to leave I truly believed that I could begin
To be free from the binds, the trappings of time, and the thickness of things
We went out on those hills, we took over their plains
Climbed that old fire tower by the hotel remains
And I've never felt any better
I tried to describe it in a letter
And I sent it from Phoenicia but wasn't sure whether
My words would ever reach you