View from a Hill (This Never Ending Now) - The Chameleons

fell myself falling to the ground

solitaryly silence there´s no sound

pick myself for up and look around

the colours and concepts that confound…, all around

you wait until your time comes round again

open my eyes and take the air

the fragance of children everyhere

slowly absorbed into my square

debating what in and isn’t there…, who cares?

you wait until your time comes round again