March Of The Camels Lyrics - Singles - White Rabbits

There is people in a picture 

Hanging on the hall wall 

We watch them 'cross the desert 

From an armchair in the hall 

We saw the world from the edge of our seat 

Dance with the harem and drank with sheet 

The man on the back of the camels were following me 

And we make ourselves a home 

At the foot of the steps 

Blankets and old wooden chairs 

And we stayed there 

We laid there, room go smaller 

We beg for water but went for air 

So we ran away from our old brittle home 

We thought it was sand 

And the lamp was the sun 

So lets get outside 

Cause weve been inside for too long 

And we take a drive 

And the buildings all turn into trees 

And after a while 

We find ourselves down by the sea 

The beach was a dessert 

Outside in an old magazine 

The sheiks and the harem 

Were under the waves 

The camels they all wash away 

And no one is happier 

And nothing is free 

So I think to myself 

We should go and get us a drink