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