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 let?s get outside   ?Cause we?ve 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