The Great Unknown Songtext
Queen red, no names
Wars end like this
The hurt, it came
No-one admits
Search all day, search all night
Look for the answers that never betray
Answers that seem to be right
When the night comes down
Wars end like this
The hurt, it came
No-one admits
Search all day, search all night
Look for the answers that never betray
Answers that seem to be right
When the night comes down
And you're all alone
When there's not a sound
From the great unknown
Persian kings pass your window they're desperate to hear
Music so sweet
Like the voice of Domingo that echoes so clear
And fills every street
Shake down it's so outrageous
Funny how they persuade us
They try to hide the picture
Argue and contradict yer
Don't know this game
When worlds collide
What we became
No-one replied
Write in dust all you say Look for the answers you know you can trust
One day they might blow away
When the night comes down
And you're all alone
When there's not a sound
From the great unknown
When the jester wears scarlet to hide all his wounds
Something's not right
Politicians are acting like matinée cartoons
The speaker turned white
Shake down it's so outrageous
Funny how they persuade us
They try to hide the picture
Argue and contradict yer
When the night comes down
And you're all alone
When there's not a sound
From the great unknown
Persian kings pass your window they're desperate to hear
Music so sweet
Like the voice of Domingo that echoes so clear
And fills every street
When there's not a sound
From the great unknown
Persian kings pass your window they're desperate to hear
Music so sweet
Like the voice of Domingo that echoes so clear
And fills every street
Shake down it's so outrageous
Funny how they persuade us
They try to hide the picture
Argue and contradict yer
Don't know this game
When worlds collide
What we became
No-one replied
Write in dust all you say Look for the answers you know you can trust
One day they might blow away
When the night comes down
And you're all alone
When there's not a sound
From the great unknown
When the jester wears scarlet to hide all his wounds
Something's not right
Politicians are acting like matinée cartoons
The speaker turned white
Shake down it's so outrageous
Funny how they persuade us
They try to hide the picture
Argue and contradict yer
When the night comes down
And you're all alone
When there's not a sound
From the great unknown
Persian kings pass your window they're desperate to hear
Music so sweet
Like the voice of Domingo that echoes so clear
And fills every street
