[00:04.309]Shattered glass beneath their feet still shines
[00:21.861]Knuckles white from holding what they know is true
[00:32.154]Tear gas stings but they won t close their eyes
[00:38.058]Some hit the ground but more come pushing through
[00:44.840]Hear it building now
[00:48.031]Like thunder rolling out
[00:51.621]They won t back down no doubt
[00:59.362]We ve been waiting for golden times to come our way
[01:04.706]Every chain will break and fall away
[01:13.644]Singing at dawn with open lungs we ll stay
[01:19.069]Beneath a sky where freedom finds its place
[01:28.165]The fire in your eyes still cuts through dark
[01:32.394]Burning like a rising spark
[01:35.983]Golden times are coming round
[01:39.096]I hear it calling in the wind somehow
[01:47.073]A mother writes her child s name across her skin
[01:51.861]So if she falls they ll know where she has been
[02:01.436]They lock their arms and hold the line within
[02:07.899]Against the cold machines that roll on in
[02:15.717]Maybe tomorrow maybe next year
[02:19.308]Maybe we walk through winter s longest fear
[02:22.899]But every drop of sweat won t disappear
[02:29.043]Every scar becomes a star that shines so clear
[02:36.144]We ve been waiting for golden times to come our way
[02:41.409]Every chain will break and fall away
[02:50.265]Singing at dawn with open lungs we ll stay
[02:54.653]Beneath a sky where freedom finds its place
[03:04.308]The fire in your eyes still cuts through dark
[03:08.855]Burning like a rising spark
[03:12.447]Golden times are coming round
[03:15.479]I hear it calling in the wind somehow
[03:19.706]Golden times are coming round

Shattered glass beneath their feet still shines
Knuckles white from holding what they know is true
Tear gas stings but they won t close their eyes
Some hit the ground but more come pushing through
Hear it building now
Like thunder rolling out
They won t back down no doubt
We ve been waiting for golden times to come our way
Every chain will break and fall away
Singing at dawn with open lungs we ll stay
Beneath a sky where freedom finds its place
The fire in your eyes still cuts through dark
Burning like a rising spark
Golden times are coming round
I hear it calling in the wind somehow
A mother writes her child s name across her skin
So if she falls they ll know where she has been
They lock their arms and hold the line within
Against the cold machines that roll on in
Maybe tomorrow maybe next year
Maybe we walk through winter s longest fear
But every drop of sweat won t disappear
Every scar becomes a star that shines so clear
We ve been waiting for golden times to come our way
Every chain will break and fall away
Singing at dawn with open lungs we ll stay
Beneath a sky where freedom finds its place
The fire in your eyes still cuts through dark
Burning like a rising spark
Golden times are coming round
I hear it calling in the wind somehow
Golden times are coming round