Watching from a tall window

Up high, overlooking the desert

Orange and hot, watching you walking away

Reaching from the Tower of Babel

High and dry, my pillar of flame moves away

Down the plains of Africa

Rise, deaf to the world

A bird grits its wing, a feather falls

Past my prison window

And drifts on the heat-haze

Of your footsteps, heading in the sand

Along the kingdom of dust, the kingdom of dust

Dream a reality, dreaming

Dream, or is it?

Past the hall of Solomon

The song of Sheba drifts through the air

On feathers fallen down to my feet, down to my feet

Down to my feet, down to my reality

Dreaming, dreaming

Ah, ah, ah-ah

Ah, ah, ah-ah

Ah, ah, ah-ah

Dream, or is it real?

Watching from a tall window

Up high, overlooking thе desert

Orange and hot, watching you walking away

Walking away, walking away

Walking away