In the perfect harmony a sword of light
Strikes the clouds and darkness fades
And the blinders fall from our eyes
Echoes . . . echoes . . . echoes
Echoes in the night
Shadows . . . shadows . . . shadows
Fall into the light
Tear this curtain down

The purple sun rises and still sometimes
Touches the faded faces in the crowd
Until they glow with artificiality
Voices . . . voices . . . voices
Voices in the light
Faces . . . faces . . . faces
They glow so bright
Tear this curtain down

But it was just a dream like all the others
Just a taste of what may lie ahead
A bleeding moment of clarity
And the vagueness of an empty bed
So the world’ll turn you upside down
And as the blood rushes to your head
Will you tear this curtain down?

Or am I just dreaming?

So I look up and see the bright of day
As the sun lies within its purple veil
And all that was and is comes to a halt
Singing . . . singing . . . singing
Singing in the night
Freedom . . . freedom . . . freedom
Was it right?
Tear this curtain down

But it was just a dream like all the others
Just a taste of what can’t lie ahead
A bleeding moment of clarity
And the vagueness of an empty bed
So the world’ll turn you upside down
And as the blood rushes to your head
Can’t we tear this curtain down?

Tear this curtain down
Tear this curtain down
Tear it down
Tear it down
Tear it down