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