Tomorrow you may rise
Oh, the lookout
a tower in the fountain of sparks
seven streets to the wind
far from cities in lost countries
stand up crying, don't bend
you are not lost in the present
tomorrow you may rise
Oh, the lookout
a tower in the fountain of sparks
seven streets to the wind
far from cities in lost countries
stand up crying, don't bend
you are not lost in the present
tomorrow you may rise