Sitting around the fireplace
With a friend who’s been through it all
Solomon, wisest one
Tell me what you have found
Under the sun, under the sun
He answered
Get over,
Get over,
Get over the sun
Where life is hidden
Then he put on
A sombre face
Talked about how
The rich man will waste
Away in the ground
Where the poor man is found
Painted up, like a clown
Under the sun, under the sun
He answers
Son you’ll soon be done
A life spent on some shiny god
Who leaves you empty
Get over,
Get over,
Get over the sun
Where life is hidden
