Dubai

A pretty thin girl with a borderline mind
Is making every effort not to smile back at me
She’s looking through the window until the plane is taking off
The other side of the world is not far away
Her eyes are getting weary, but she cannot fall asleep
The fourth movie is playing in the chair in front of her
Her thoughts go around in circles and the white wine is too warm

The angry girl next to her starts to read a Sura
She hopes for a better life in the middle east
A husband with a rifle and four kids in her home
A holy life in the sun, drinking tea with the other wives
She frowns towards the girl with the white wine in her cup
Then she turns around and falls asleep on the spot
In her dreams she can hear the call of the Muezzin

The thin girl takes another plane in Dubai
The angry girl says goodbye to the western lifestyle
I try to calculate the amount of carbon we have spent
The numbers all get mixed up in my head
The skyscrapers I see they do not scrape the sky at all
They do not leave a single mark, once you tear them down
I’m planning my escape through the souvenir shop

Kerosin in my blood and plastic in my mouth
I’m looking at the girls in the duty free shops
We have no duties whatsoever, what a pretty life
They offer me a whisky that I cannot deny
16 years in a barrel, where do they take the time
The smoke in my throat is heavy and it’s sweet
Then I’m waiting at the gate like all of the other sheep