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 fasion... 
 [bad word] 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 
 [bad word] 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 fasion... 
 [bad word] 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 
(...outside)