From Yesterday
He's a stranger to someAnd a vision to noneHe can never get enoughGet enough of the one
For a fortune he'd quitBut it's hard to admitHow it ends and beginsOn his face is a map of the world(Map of the world)On his face is a map of the world(Map of the world)
From yesterdayIt's comingFrom yesterdayThe fearFrom yesterdayIt calls himBut he doesn't want to read the message here
On a mountain he seatsNot of gold but of sinThrough the blood he can lookSee the life that he took
From a council of oneHe'll decide when he's done with the innocentOn his face is a map of the world(Map of the world)On his face is a map of the world(Map of the world)
From yesterdayIt's comingFrom yesterdayThe fearFrom yesterdayIt calls himBut he doesn't want to read the messageHe doesn't want to read the messageHe doesn't want to read the messageHere
On his face is a map of the world
From yesterdayIt's comingFrom yesterdayThe fearFrom yesterdayIt calls himBut he doesn't want to read the message here
From yesterdayFrom yesterdayFrom yesterdayThe fearFrom yesterdayFrom yesterdayBut he doesn't want to read the messageHe doesn't want to read the messageHe doesn't want to read the messageHere