| Let me show you a face-in disguise | |
| Uncover | |
| A colour that's faded | |
| Swept aside by the tide. | |
| Scene after scene, later; | |
| There's a grey dust that's in our eyes | |
| A misty cover; | |
| That hides on the turning tide. | |
| Wooh.. | |
| The soul of a proud man drowns | |
| Sad insinuation | |
| Using words that are unwise | |
| How they waver in your eyes | |
| Wheels within wheels are turning | |
| By now you know | |
| Wooh.. | |
| The soul of a proud man drowns | |
| For so long a proud man | |
| As we face the fierce wind | |
| And the turning tide. |