Day after day alone on a hill, the cache with the foolish name is keeping perfectly still
But nobody wants to know it, they can see that it's just a cache,
and it never gives an answer But the cache on the hill,
sees the sun going down, and the eyes of the cache, see the world spinning round
Well on the way, head in a cloud, the cache of a thousand voices talking perfectly loud
But nobody ever hears it, or the sound it appears to make,
and it never seems to notice But the cache on the hill,
sees the sun going down, and the eyes of the cache, see the world spinning round
.... round, round, round, round,...