Sits in his room at nightnFlits back and forth round the worldnAs he calls in the moonlightnSees all the empires fallnWrites it all down with his pennIn free-hand once for allnnHe’s got something to tellnBut he's got no-one to tellnThe top secretnAnd he means itnnAll day his mind troubles himnAs he cures all the illsnOf the world with his knifenCenturies pass when he diesnAnd the answers get buriednAnd mistook for lifennHe’s seen something to tellnBut he's got no-one to tellnThe top secretnAnd he means itnnAll day his mind troubles himnAs he cures all the illsnOf the worldnnHe’s seen something to tell nHe’s seen something to tell nHe's got no-one to tell nHe's got no-one to tellnHe needs someone to tell nHe needs someone to tellnnAll day his mind troubles himnAs he cures all the illsnOf the world nnAll day his mind troubles himnAs he cures all the illsnOf the world …nnHe’s seen something to tell nHe’s seen something to tell nHe's got no-one to tell nHe's got no-one to tellnHe needs someone to tell nHe needs someone to tell