We stand, yet we have lost our ground
We seek it all, but keep all that we found
And when it all seems to collide
We bury the truth like dreams in the night
Today, it seems like a disgrace
In time it will be seen as good common taste
And when it all seems to collide
We bury the truth like dreams in the night
Flow, be your own tide
Rise, let this hate subside
Let this be the time, where it all subsides
This fear, stuck in our minds, it ends tonight
It ends tonight
Flow, be your own tide
Rise, let this hate subside