View from a Hill The Chameleons

[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