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 sees 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 pa** when he dies And the answers get buried And mistook for life He sees 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...