The Rising Tide

color your skin with gold, and the violence remains

cover your eyes with rose, but the stain remains

will you escape your life

with all the walls you build?

smother your will and lead you into fashion...

morning comes in the dream before we rise

when we linger side by side

it's my heart that speaks this time:

we will ride the rising tide

color your skin with gold, and the violence remains

cover your eyes with rose, but the stain remains

will you repair your life

with all the holes you fill?

smother your will and drain you of your passion...

morning comes in the dream before we rise

when we linger side by side

it's my heart that speaks this time:

we will ride the rising tide

color your skin with gold, and the violence remains

cover your eyes with rose, but the stain remains

will you defend your life

and all the hope you feel?

or smother your will and lead you into fassion...

morning comes in the dream before we rise

when we linger side by side

it's my heart that speaks this time:

we will ride the rising tide