Still lives in the tropics, Destination Of destinations, The paint which is fading, Touched up for the tourist season, Season. The breeze which is breathing Encircling, Above the sea And the laundry on the cable Is taken down so the tourists won't see... See... Rode in silent thoughts Making silent streets to The tunnel of armories Silencing the crackled Luxury liners, Dump them off here every year, They're dancing to the DJs, Dancing while we're stuck down here... Here... Rode in silent thoughts Making silent streets to The tunnel of armories Silencing the crackled