Rifles      I see the rifles coming over the hill   And if you shout maybe they stop and won't kill   But if you think like me   You'll be as dead as he      I see the lion crawling over your bed   And if you stay he'll make you walk in your bed   To what you're gonna be   It never lets you be      I see the colour in your eyes   I see the images I own   I see more colour in your eyes   Than the reflections from purple skies      I won't let you take him away   And I won't give to you the fires of hate   So I will never see   What you've done to me      I see the colour in your eyes   I see the images I own   I see more colour in your eyes   Than the reflections from purple skies      Now   You come alive   With the world at your side      Now   You come alive   With the world at your side      I see the rifles coming over the hill   And if you shout maybe they stop and won't kill   But if you think like me   You'll be as dead as he   Some day      I see the colour in your eyes   I see the images I own   I see more colour in your eyes   Than the reflections from purple skies      Now   You come alive   With the world at your side      Now   You come alive   With the world at your side