It's lonely up the tower Up where the moon and the stars are always out I keep watch, I tend the fire I document my whereabouts Etchings on the ceiling deciphered through and out ♪ It's lonely at the vanguard Those weary hands, they're ill prepared to fight Bear the burden of the keeper I have rehearsed a paragraph For any odd encounter, a fitting epigraph A fitting epigraph ♪ Still lonely up the tower Up here the moon and the stars, forever out I still watch and tend the fire And keep track of my whereabouts Sketches on the walls, deciphered through and out My kingdom for an empire A frame of mind, intricate maps of my own design I let silence answer prayers And mocked the squalor of your savior Towering the flock, two idle needles grin forever