Funny how true colours shine in darkness and in secrecy If there were scarlet flags, they washed down in the mind of me Where a blinding light shone on you every night And either side of my sleep Where you were held frozen like an angel to me It ain't the being alone It ain't the empty home, baby You know I'm good on my own Sha la la, baby You know, it's more the being unknown So much of the living, love, is the being unknown