Life is Elsewhere
Anas al' Hourani

To Milan Kundera

Life is elsewhere in my room, where the streetlight fills
Fills my room
And lighten the dark and gloomy nights I spend alone
Sitting and thinking, whispering and crying to myself
Oh… everything's going to be alright…

Life is elsewhere in the mountains that I can't… see by now…
And near the skies beneath her feet, beneath the loveliest feet
And as the hawk flies up there, flies up there
Reaching the sun, look my son…

Life is elsewhere
And life is for living after all
Life is elsewhere
And this elsewhere could be here right now.

Life is elsewhere in my head, in my head, where nothing is alive
And dancers dance in the yellow hot and sunny sand
Imaginary in a faraway land.

And as I wake up from my dreams, and reality ceases to
Be so dark and lonely
I wish to sleep… sleep… sleep
To live the life elsewhere where everything is nice
Where everything is God.

Life is elsewhere, is elsewhere, is elsewhere

Life is elsewhere
And life is for living after all
Life is elsewhere
And this elsewhere could be here right now.

Could be here right now
Could be here right now
Could be here right now… oh… oh

… So shut your eyes and imagine…