Dan Wilde - Letter From Phoenicia lyrics

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