View From A Hill - The Chameleons
Feel myself falling to the ground
Solitarily silence there's no sound
Pick myself for up and look around
The colors and concepts that confound all around
You wait until your time comes round again
Open my eyes and take the air
The fragrance of children everywhere
Slowly absorbed into my square
Debating what is and isn't there
Who cares
You wait until your time comes round
Again
Aaaaaaah aaaaah aaaaaah aaaaaah
Aaaaaaah aaaaah aaaaaah aaaaaah
Aaaaaaah aaaaah aaaaaah aaaaaah
Aaaaaaah aaaaah aaaaaah aaaaaah
Aaaaaaah aaaaah aaaaaah aaaaaah
View From A Hill - The Chameleons
Feel myself falling to the ground
Solitarily silence there's no sound
Pick myself for up and look around
The colors and concepts that confound all around
You wait until your time comes round again
Open my eyes and take the air
The fragrance of children everywhere
Slowly absorbed into my square
Debating what is and isn't there
Who cares
You wait until your time comes round
Again
Aaaaaaah aaaaah aaaaaah aaaaaah
Aaaaaaah aaaaah aaaaaah aaaaaah
Aaaaaaah aaaaah aaaaaah aaaaaah
Aaaaaaah aaaaah aaaaaah aaaaaah
Aaaaaaah aaaaah aaaaaah aaaaaah
