The Chameleons
View from a Hill
[Verse 1]
Feel myself falling to the ground
Solitary silence, there's no sound
Open my eyes and look around
Colours and concepts that confound
All around
[Chorus]
You wait till your time comes round again
[Verse 2]
Pick myself up and take the air
The fragrance of children everywhere
Slowly absorbed into my square
Debating what is and isn't there
Who cares
[Chorus]
Just wait until your turn comes round
Again
Again