Backdrop Blacktop sky
Villagers Come take a look
All caught on a fisherman's hook Transfixed
Millions of peepholes that shine

We're transfixed Peepholes shine
Peepholes shine
Peepholes shine

Round is round Blacktop sky
Round as round
Peepholes shine

Seventeen bottles on a dead man's chest
Treasures buried in the emptiness
Seventeen bottles on a dead man's chest
Here's a little something for all you cursed and blessed
What are you gonna do when you seize that day？
And what are you gonna be when it slips away？
Round is round and it circulates
Time is time and we only wait

You hit your marks But it's a fool's game
And so we are-are-are-are And so far
Your lips in knots So what can you say？
And so we are-are-a-a-are-are-are-are

Holy behemoth！ What's this mess？
Kismet or is it just randomness？
I gave it my all and all I found Yes
Seventeen bottles on a dead man's chest
We'll never be apart from the sea for long
Drops fall back to where we all belong
And so it goes The only thing it knows
We're transfixed Peepholes shine

You hit your marks But it's a fool's game
And so we are-are-are-are And so far
Your lips in knots So what can you say？
And so we are-are-a-a-are-are-are-are
You hit your marks But it's a fool's game
And so we are-are-are-are And so far
Your lips in knots So what can you say？
And so we are-are-a-a-are-are-are-are