Paroles et musique: Pierre Flynn
So you're tired of the city
And you're tired of the cold
And there's a lot of mean talking
It's getting out of control
So you step out of a plane
Still nervous and tight
You'll stop playing the game
In the hot jungle night...
Moving down to a hotter zone
Far away; a feeling unknown
Moving down to a hotter zone
You're a stranger but you're not alone...
Tropic town, with Indian children playing
Different sounds, strange music in the air
Tropic town, I can't catch what they're saying
Lost and found, it's hot and I just don't care...
So you're walking in the sunset
And the skinny dogs bark
And everything's blood red
I see fires in the dark
I hear a whisper in my ear
But there's nobody there
It's the spirits in the smoke
And they're playing me a joke...
Moving down to a hotter zone
Far away; a feeling unknown
Moving down to a hotter zone
You're a stanger but you're not alone
Tropic town, with Indian children playing
Different sounds, strange music in the air
Tropic town, I can't catch what they're saying
Lost and found, it's hot and I just don't care...
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