br The Tropicbr br Already the day was on the wane everywhere herebr And I'm waiting all alone in the arms of a pure black nightbr I'm hearing itbr I'm seeing itbr One day the tropic will comebr I know thatbr br I'm all alone in the arms of the pure black nightbr Some suns are rising somewhere far awaybr I'm seeing itbr The tropicbr br I'm the branch of a bone-dry tree all alonebr Some things are taking roots somewhere far awaybr I know thatbr The tropicbr br There's neither a single sound nor a single breath on my chapped lipsbr Ballads are being sung somewhere far awaybr I'm hearing itbr The tropicbr br I'm all alone in the arms of the pure black nightbr Some suns are rising somewhere far awaybr I'm seeing itbr The tropicbr I'm the branch of a bone-dry tree all alonebr Some things are taking roots somewhere far awaybr I know thatbr The tropicbr There's neither a single sound nor a single breath on my chapped lipsbr Ballads are being sung somewhere far awaybr I'm hearing itbr The tropicbr br I'm hearing itbr I know thatbr I'm seeing itbr The tropicbr When the day comes back around, then the tropic...