Where The Palm Trees Grow

(альбом: The Outsider - 2016)

I was searching for that pot of gold
Couldn't find a thing in darkness
I was waiting till the light would shine on me

And I was waiting hours
I sat patient by the window telling myself fortune would come my way easily
And every night I wondered
How can it be that people act and think so different than me

I belong where the palm trees grow
I belong where the palm trees grow

It felt so cold in July
Saw the rain and wind and thunderstorms falling down on me
And no more will I wonder
About how the things get better or maybe less disturbing in a way

I belong where the palm trees grow
I belong where the palm trees grow