

Behind the heavy velvet drapes They sketch the maps,
redraw the shapes
From Dealey Plaza to the sky We watch the silver saucers fly (shhh)
Oh, who is pulling on the string?
(who is it?) Who writes the song the actors sing?
Under the dirt of ancient ground Another kingdom
waiting to be found
Inside the labs of sixty-three
They paint a brand new memory
They build the walls,
they hide the clay
And wash the old world clean away (no more,
no more)
Pyramids aligned to the stars above
Whispered secrets of the things we love
Every document locked in the vault
No one to blame,
nobody's fault (watch your back)
Oh, who is pulling on the string?
(who is it?) Who writes the song the actors sing?
Under the dirt of ancient ground Another kingdom
waiting to be found
Just a shadow on the wall...
(nothing at all) (shhh)