I feel that somewhere far away
   someone is hying 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