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. |