Tristesse (Acoustic)

Here in this desert, beneath the sun and stars
Still troubled by the rumbling of a million distant cars
Please be good to me tonight, help me find the way
The air has some command in it I cannot disobey
Gunfire in a dark city, a murder in Bombay
All these deeds and worldly needs I must shrug off today
All my life been searching for prowess
Left me lying here with you, tristesse
I was working in an orchard and grew the strangest fruit
It wasn't mother nature that made those trees take root
Your children cannot hear you, they only want your loot
You hold on to their essence like a parachute
They never knew that you were in distress
Now you've gone and left them with tristesse
Oh, waters in flames
Oh, fires burning out
Ice melting down
Fires burn out
A hotel suite in a rich man's town, a hut in Botany Bay
A prisoner of my own device, a mountain in my way
Gonna have to alter my address
I can't stay much longer with tristesse
And they call this carnival progress
Invited by a queen tonight, tristesse