Written by Peter Hicks and Geoff Francis.
To heed the war hawks' cry?
Once more to turn the jackals loose
And let the vultures fly?
Their wings spread far across the land
With death's dark shadow marked,
Its victims never counted
They're just faces in the dark.
A baby born in Palestine,
A housewife in Sudan,
A fireman in New York, a
Farmer in Afghanistan.
An old man in the Yemen, and
A teacher in Iraq -
They all look much the same when
They're just faces in the dark.
Faces in the dark, faces in the dark,
They all look much the same when
They're just faces in the dark.
It could be your own mother,
It could be your own son,
There's no saying who it's touching
When the web of death is spun.
Muslim, Jew or Christian -
You can't tell them apart,
They all look much the same when
They're just faces in the dark.
Faces in the dark, faces in the dark,
They all look much the same when
They're just faces in the dark.
We try to comprehend it,
The grieving and the pain,
The slaughter of the innocent,
Who is it stands to gain?
Just who are they, these puppeteers,
Who tear this world apart?
And hope that you'll not see them through
The faces in the dark.
Faces in the dark, faces in the dark,
They all look much the same when
They're just faces in the dark.
Faces in the dark, faces in the dark,
We all look much the same when
We're just faces in the dark.
We all look much the same when
We're just faces in the dark.
Once more to turn the jackals loose
And let the vultures fly?
Their wings spread far across the land
With death's dark shadow marked,
Its victims never counted
They're just faces in the dark.
A baby born in Palestine,
A housewife in Sudan,
A fireman in New York, a
Farmer in Afghanistan.
An old man in the Yemen, and
A teacher in Iraq -
They all look much the same when
They're just faces in the dark.
Faces in the dark, faces in the dark,
They all look much the same when
They're just faces in the dark.
It could be your own mother,
It could be your own son,
There's no saying who it's touching
When the web of death is spun.
Muslim, Jew or Christian -
You can't tell them apart,
They all look much the same when
They're just faces in the dark.
Faces in the dark, faces in the dark,
They all look much the same when
They're just faces in the dark.
We try to comprehend it,
The grieving and the pain,
The slaughter of the innocent,
Who is it stands to gain?
Just who are they, these puppeteers,
Who tear this world apart?
And hope that you'll not see them through
The faces in the dark.
Faces in the dark, faces in the dark,
They all look much the same when
They're just faces in the dark.
Faces in the dark, faces in the dark,
We all look much the same when
We're just faces in the dark.
We all look much the same when
We're just faces in the dark.
Contributed by Marcia - 2008/6/25 - 16:45
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