You say the hill´s too steep to climb

Climbing

You say you´d like to see me try

Climbing

You pick the place and I´ll choose the time

And I´ll climb the hill in my own way

Just wait a while for the right day

And as I rise above the tree-line and the clouds

I look down, hearing the sound

Of the things you´ve said today



Fearlessly the Idiot faced the crowd

Smiling

Merciless the magistrate turns 'round

Frowning

And who´s the fool who wears the crown

No doubt in your own way

And everyday is the right day

And as you rise above the fear-lines in his brow

You look down, hear the sound

Of the faces in the crowd