Paperbacks - My Landscape Is Not Land lyrics

They're lurking at each stop: a sea of expatriate Americans who will reveal their ignorance with zeal They natter at me in their unbroken English Then indulge in outdoor drinking sprees "just for the novelty." Stars in this tourist sky Bleached out by city lights again Coins weigh down my pockets with their elusive value And it makes me to spend them all on more alcohol Until I can barely stand. Until my landscape is not land Just the sounds of pa**ing things. Just remembering... Stars in the swollen sky Reach out for you tonight, again These countries pa**ing like a film unspooled by hand Coloured by your absence I... suddenly I'm learning how Something that makes a constant sound Becomes a default silence then As it repeats again and again and again Stars in another sky Shine for your distant eyes, again