The Philosopher

The philosopher
 Stands on the edge looking down
 And he asks himself
 Am I at the top or bottom now
 The philosopher
 Lets his beard grow to the ground
 And he asks himself
 Am I thought he worst or am I missing out
 How can he love you
 When nothing is true
 How can you see him
 When he can't see you
 You are the answer
 He cannot accept
 He's always looking
 For questions instead
 Always on his mind
 Never in his heart
 The philosopher
 Has a lot of doubts
 He can't calm himself
 With the words of a man in the clouds
 The philosopher
 Finds it hard to tell
 If he belongs in heaven or hell
 How can he love you
 When nothing is true
 How can you see him
 When he can't see you
 You are the answer
 He cannot accept
 He's always looking
 For questions instead
 Always on his mind
 Never in his heart
 He'll let you know
 When he finds the answer
 He'll let you know
 When his bones are clean
 He'll tell you stories of all the wonders
 He has never seen
 How can he love you
 When nothing is true
 How can you see him
 When he can't see you
 You are the answer
 He cannot accept
 He's always looking
 For questions instead
 The philosopher
 Is counting grains of rice
 Playing chess with the passing of time
 The philosopher
 Lets his life go by
 Always on his mind
 Never in his heart
 Always on his mind
 Never in his heart