Sits in his room at night

Flits back and forth round the world

As he calls in the moonlight

Sees all the empires fall

Writes it all down with his pen

In free-hand once for all



He's got something to tell

But he's got no-one to tell

The top secret

And he means it



All day his mind troubles him

As he cures all the ills

Of the world with his knife

Centuries pass when he dies

And the answers get buried

And mistook for life



He's seen something to tell

But he's got no-one to tell

The top secret

And he means it



All day his mind troubles him

As he cures all the ills

Of the world



He's seen something to tell 

He's seen something to tell 

He's got no-one to tell 

He's got no-one to tell

He needs someone to tell 

He needs someone to tell



All day his mind troubles him

As he cures all the ills

Of the world 



All day his mind troubles him

As he cures all the ills

Of the world …



He's seen something to tell 

He's seen something to tell 

He's got no-one to tell 

He's got no-one to tell

He needs someone to tell 

He needs someone to tell