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