Day after day, alone on the hill, man with the foolish grin is keeping perfectly still. But nobody wants to know him, Thay can see he's just a fool. And he gives an anwer...
But the fool on the hill, See the sun going down. And the eyes in his head, the worl spinning around.
Well on his way, his head in a cloud, The man of a thousand voices, perfectly loud. But nobody ever hears him, Or the sound he apears to make. he never seems to know this...
the fool on the hill, See the sun going down. And the eyes in his head, See the worl around.
And nobody seems to like him, Thay can tell vhat he wants to do. he never shows his feelings,
But the fool on the hill, See the going down. And the eyes in his head, See the worl spinning around.