View from a Hill

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

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.

You wait until your time comes round again



Credits
Writer(s): Mark Burgess, David Fielding, John Lever, Reginald Smithies
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