Rising Tide - Raine Maida

Put my shoes on, comb my hair, grab my bags and I escape

Through a portal in the basement where all those fairytales are made

Magic beans instead of armour, cats in hats instead of snakes

And that’s all I need

No false witeness or entitlement and no liars or no thieves

Just the sun, the moon, the sky and the bluest blue you’ve ever seen

If I’m dreaming please don’t wake me

If I’m dead I’ve made my break, for the rising tide of rage, rising tide of rage

The fighting will go on, a heart of break

The calm before the storm, the tide of rage

Stop before we start, the fighting will go on

I dug a tunnel to the afterworld where the children lock those gates

So I watched the oceans rising from a rusted fire escape

The fighting will go on, a heart of break

The calm before the storm, the tide of rage

Stop before we start, the fighting will go on

The fighting will go on…