from yesterday

He's a stranger to some
And a vision to none
He can never get enough,
Get enough of the world

For a fortune queen
But it's hard to amend
How it ends and
On his face is a map of the world

From yesterday, it's coming!
From yesterday, the fear!
From yesterday, it calls him
Fighting off the world all around he can pay attention

On a mountain, a city, not a gold, nor blood
He can learn, see the life that it turn
From the count to the one
He's decided when he's done with the air

On his face is a map of the world