From Yesterday

He's a stranger to some And a vision to none He can never get enough Get enough of the one For a fortune he'd quit But it's hard to admit How it ends and begins On his face is a map of the world A map of the world On his face is a map of the world A map of the world From yesterday it's coming From yesterday the fear From yesterday it calls him But he doesn't want to read the message here On a mountain he sits not of gold but of sin through the blood he can learn see the life that it turn From council of one He'll decide when he's done with the innocent On his face is a map of the world A map of the world On his face is a map of the world A map of the world From yesterday it's coming From yesterday the fear From yesterday it calls him But he doesn't want to read the message here But he doesn't want to read the message here But he doesn't want to read the message here On his face is a map of the world From yesterday it's coming From yesterday the fear From yesterday it calls him But he doesn't want to read the message here From yesterday From yesterday From yesterday the fear From yesterday From yesterday But he doesn't want to read the message here he doesn't want to read the message here he doesn't want to read the message here