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编辑于2021/04/11更新