i stand atop a rock, amidst a ocean full of life and i see a milling crowd of people and i ask me for the reason some of them going out to work, some are addicted to a drug whores and nuns, thousand joys i love to hear the society noise far away from you, unsuspecting of the world of the living too immobile, incapable to reach your world, now can't step on your world, now
teach me the living teach me the feeling teach me the loving teach me for what i want to leave the fear
i stood atop a rock i saw a milling crowd i know the reason now i left the hermits heritage the next one