(When you hear the signal, it will be Tree, 63, exactly)
I am someone who got up again
I am someone unshakab-le
I have seen the Earth spinning round
And now I understand
They used to keep you on the outside
Now you’re the only surviv-or
You have spoken with the angels
And your face still shines
Just like mine
We’re the, glorious ones
The, glorious ones
Forever in the sun we’re, the, glorious o-nes
Tonight we are the strangers
In the darkness undergr-ound
We have eternal things in our hands
And tomorrow we rise
So wise
We’re the
Glorious ones
The, glorious o-nes
Forever in the sun we are, the, glorious o-nes
We’re the glorious ones
Forever in the sun we are, the glorious o-nes
(We’re the glorious ones)
(The glorious o-nes)
(Forever in the sun we are)
(The glorious o-nes)
(We’re the glorious ones)
(The glorious ones)
Forever in the sun we are, the glorious o-nes
We’re the glorious ones
We’re the glorious o-nes
Forever in the sun we are, the, glorious o-nes
