I woke up in a dusty town today. Somebody should come with a vacuum cleaner Swallowed by a dry worm underground and met only dry mummies in there Cars going by with hot stink funnels, I try to breathe and spasm comes people babbling in my entrails, I have to run where I belong Leaving for the seaside - salty skin and bleaching hair. Living at the seaside - fresh fresh air Leaving for the seaside - listening to the waves´ concert. Longing for the seaside - oh fresh fresh air I only want to work but can´t today. somebody said a wrong thing after me again I´m hot and flustered cause I listened (fool I) and I`ll never be able to feel cool again I lock myself inside the bathroom and try to cry but my eyes stay dry I will have to drink an ocean to let salty water well up inside I´ll pack my suitcase when I get home, I´ll leave this dry town for good When I got there the first I´ll do is undress and with bare feet I´ll run along the sandy beach I´ll feel the wind caress my dirty lungs and drink the salt water until I´m mad That is what I need to feel alive again, I`ll do it tomorrow, I´m really set