Eastern Souvenirs - Jetlagged | Текст песни

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I woke up again
from a jet-lagged sleep
and lay in the dark
Before dawn,
with my restless feet.
Escaping from the room to clear my head
and walk the park
I hear the foreign sounds
Of a city waking from the dark.

I’ve never been good at getting away
I always get stuck back home in the grey
I’ve never been good at just letting go
I’ll walk off the gloom and be at your door
To start new

I walked strange streets
Looking for the dream
That hung in my mind—
The painted shops
Of a postcard scene
It’s all a foreign language I can’t read
As I look around
I can’t remember names of any streets
And I walk in circles round and round

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