| Sting/The Police Lyrics |
| All This Time Don't Stand So Close To Me Every Breath You Take Every Little Thing She Does Is Magic Fields Of Gold Fortress Around Your Heart If I Ever Lose My Faith In You I'm So Happy I Can't Stop Crying It's Probably Me King Of Pain Love Is the Seventh Wave Love Is Stronger Than Justice Message In A Bottle Nothing 'Bout Me Roxanne Russians Seven Days Shape Of My Heart Something The Boy Said Synchronicity II They Dance Alone (Cueca Solo) This Cowboy Song Walking On The Moon When The World Is Running Down, You Make The Best Of What's Still Around When We Dance Why Should I Cry For You? Wrapped Around Your Finger You Still Touch Me |
| All This Time I looked out across the river today. I saw a city in the fog and an old church tower where the seagulls play. I saw the sad shire horses walking home in the sodium light. I saw two priests on the ferry, October geese on a cold winter's night. And all this time, the river flowed endlessly to the sea.. Two priests came round our house tonight. One young, one old, to offer prayers for the dying, to serve the final rite. One to learn, one to teach which way the cold wind blows. Fussing and flapping in priestly black like a murder of crows. And all this time, the river flowed endlessly to the sea. If I had my way, I'd take a boat from the river and I'd bury the old man, I'd bury him at sea. Blessed are the poor, for they shall inherit the earth. Better to be poor than a fat man in the eye of a needle. And as these words were spoken I swear I hear the old man laughing, 'What good is a used up world, and how could it be worth having.' And all this time the river flowed endlessly like a silent tear. And all this time the river flowed. Father, if Jesus exists, then how come he never lived here? The teacher told us the Romans built this place. They built a wall and a temple, an edge of the empire Garrison town. They lived and they died, they prayed to their gods but the stone gods did not make a sound and their empire crumbled, till all that was left were the stones the workmen found. And all this time the river flowed in the falling light of a northern sun. If I had my way I'd take a boat from the river, men go crazy in congregations but they only get better. One by one. One by one... I looked out across the river today. I saw a city in the fog and an old church tower where the seagulls play. I saw the sad shire horses walking home in the sodium light... Don't Stand So Close To Me Young teacher, the subject of schoolgirl fantasy. She wants him so badly, knows what she wants to be. Inside her there's longing, this girl's an open page. Book marking, she's so close now, this girl is half his age. Don't stand, don't stand so, don't stand so close to me. Don't stand, don't stand so, don't stand so close to me. Her friends are so jealous, you know how bad girls get. Sometimes it's not so easy to be the teacher's pet. Temptation, frustration, so bad it makes him cry. Wet bus stop, she's waiting, his car is warm and dry. Don't stand, don't stand so, don't stand so close to me. Don't stand, don't stand so, don't stand so close to me. Loose talk in the classroom, to hurt they try and try. Strong words in the staff room, the accusations fly. It's no use, he sees her, he starts to shake and cough. Just like the old man in that book by Nabakov. Don't stand, don't stand so, don't stand so close to me. Don't stand, don't stand so, don't stand so close to me... Every Breath You Take Every breath you take, every move you make, every bond you break, every step you take, I'll be watching you. Every single day, every word you say, every game you play, every night you stay, I'll be watching you. Oh, can't you see, you belong to me. How my poor heart aches with every step you take. Every move you make, every vow you break, every smile you fake, every claim you stake, I'll be watching you. Since you've gone I've been lost without a trace. I dream at night, I can only see your face. I look around but it's you I can't replace. I feel so cold and I long for your embrace. I keep crying baby, baby please. Oh, can't you see, you belong to me. How my poor heart aches with every step you take. Every move you make, every vow you break, every smile you fake, every claim you stake, I'll be watching you. Every move you make, every step you take, I'll be watching you. I'll be watching you... Every Little Thing She Does Is Magic Though I've tried before to tell her of the feelings I have for her in my heart, every time that I come near her, I just lose my nerve as I've done from the start. Every little thing she does is magic, everything she do just turns me on. Even though my life before was tragic, now I know my love for her goes on. Do I have to tell the story of a thousand rainy days since we first met? It's a big enough umbrella but it's always me that ends up getting wet. Every little thing she does is magic, everything she do just turns me on. Even though my life before was tragic, now I know my love for her goes on. I resolve to call her up a thousand times a day and ask her if she'll marry me in some old fashioned way. But my silent fears have gripped me, long before I reach the phone, long before my tongue has tripped me, must I always be alone? Every little thing she does is magic, everything she do just turns me on. Even though my life before was tragic, now I know my love for her goes on. Every little thing she does is magic, everything she do just turns me on. Even though my life before was tragic, now I know my love for her goes on. Every little thing, every little thing, every little thing, every little thing... Do I have to tell the story of a thousand rainy days since we first met? It's a big enough umbrella, but it's always me that ends up getting wet Fields Of Gold You'll remember me when the west wind moves upon the fields of barley. You'll forget the sun in his jealous sky as we walk in fields of gold. So she took her love for to gaze awhile upon the fields of barley. In his arms she fell as her hair came down among the fields of gold. Will you stay with me, will you be my love among the fields of barley? We'll forget the sun in his jealous sky as we lie in fields of gold. See the west wind move like a lover so upon the fields of barley. Feel her body rise when you kiss her mouth among the fields of gold. I never made promises lightly and there have been some that I've broken. But I swear in the days still left we'll walk in fields of gold, we'll walk in fields of gold. Many years have passed since those summer days among the fields of barley. See the children run as the sun goes down among the fields of gold. You'll remember me when the west wind moves upon the fields of barley. You can tell the sun in his jealous sky when we walked in fields of gold, when we walked in fields of gold when we walked in fields of gold. Fortress Around Your Heart Under the ruins of a walled city, crumbling towers in beams of yellow light. No flags of truce, no cries of pity, the siege guns had been pounding all through the night. It took a day to build the city, we walked through its streets in the afternoon. As I returned across the fields I'd known, I recognized the walls that I once laid. I had to stop in my tracks for fear of walking on the mines I'd laid. And if I have built this fortress around your heart, encircled you in trenches and barbed wire, then let me build a bridge for I cannot fill the chasm and let me set the battlements on fire. Then I went off to fight some battle that I'd invented inside my head. Away so long for years and years, you probably thought or even wished that I was dead. While the armies all are sleeping beneath the tattered flag we'd made, I had to stop in my tracks for fear of walking on the mines I'd laid. And if I have built this fortress around your heart, encircled you in trenches and barbed wire, then let me build a bridge for I cannot fill the chasm and let me set the battlements on fire. This prison has now become your home, a sentence you seem prepared to pay. It took a day to build the city, we walked through its streets in the afternoon. As I returned across the lands I'd known, I recognized the fields where I'd once played. I had to stop in my tracks for fear of walking on the mines I'd laid. And if I have built this fortress around your heart, encircled you in trenches and barbed wire, then let me build a bridge for I cannot fill the chasm and let me set the battlements on fire. I'm So Happy I Can't Stop Crying Seven weeks have passed now since she left me. She shows her face to ask me how I am. She says the kids are fine and that they miss me. Maybe I could come and baby-sit sometime. She says, "Are you O.K.? I was worried about you. Can you forgive me? I hope that you'll be happy." I said, I'm so happy that I can't stop crying. I'm so happy, I'm laughing through my tears. I saw a friend of mine, he said, "I was worried about you. I heard she had another man, I wondered how you felt about it?" I'm so happy that I can't stop crying, I'm so happy, I'm laughing through my tears. Saw my lawyer, Mr. Good News. He got me joint custody and legal separation. I'm so happy that I can't stop crying, I'm laughing through my tears, I'm laughing through my tears. I took a walk alone last night, I looked up at the stars to try and find an answer in my life. I chose a star for me, I chose a star for him, I chose two stars for my kids and one star for my wife. Something made me smile. Something seemed to ease the pain. Something about the universe and how it's all connected. The park is full of Sunday fathers and melted ice cream. We try to do the best within the given time. A kid should be with his mother, everybody knows that. What can a father do but baby-sit sometimes? I saw that friend of mine, he said, "You look different somehow." I said, "Everybody's got to leave the darkness sometime." I said, I'm so happy that I can't stop crying. I'm laughing through my tears. I'm laughing through my tears. I'm so happy that I can't stop crying. I'm laughing through my tears. I'm laughing through my tears. If I Ever Lose My Faith In You You could say I lost my faith in science and progress. You could say I lost my belief in the holy church. You could say I lost my sense of direction. You could say all of this and worse, but if I ever lose my faith in you there'd be nothing left for me to do. Some would say I was a lost man in a lost world. You could say I lost my faith in the people on TV. You could say I'd lost my belief in our politicians. They all seemed like game show hosts to me. If I ever lose my faith in you, there'd be nothing left for me to do. I could be lost inside their lies without a trace, but every time I close my eyes I see your face. I never saw no miracle of science that didn't go from a blessing to a curse. I never saw no military solution that didn't always end up as something worse, but let me say this first- if I ever lose my faith in you, there'd be nothing left for me to do. If I ever lose my faith, if I ever lose my faith, if I ever lose my faith, if I ever lose my faith, if I ever lose my faith in you. It's Probably Me If the night turned cold and the stars looked down and you hug yourself on the cold, cold ground, you wake the morning in a stranger's coat, no one would you see. You ask yourself, who'd watch for me, my only friend, who could it be? It's hard to say it, I hate to say it, but it's probably me. When you belly's empty and the hunger's so real and you're too proud to beg and too dumb to steal, you search the city for your only friend, no one would you see. You ask yourself, who could it be, a solitary voice to speak out and set you free? I hate to say it I hate to say it, but it's probably me. You're not the easiest person I ever got to know and it's hard for us both to let our feelings show. Some would say I should let you go your way, you'll only make me cry. If there's one guy, just one guy who'd lay down his life for you and die, it's hard to say it, it's hard to say it, but it's probably me. When the world's gone crazy and it makes no sense, there's only one voice that comes to your defense. The jury's out and your eyes search the room and one friendly face is all you need to see. If there's one guy, just one guy who'd lay down his life for you and die, it's hard to say it, I hate to say it, but it's probably me. I hate to say it, I hate to say it, but it's probably me. King Of Pain There's a little black spot on the sun today. It's the same old thing as yesterday. There's a black hat caught in a high tree top. There's a flag pole rag and the wind won't stop. I have stood here before inside the pouring rain with the world turning circles running 'round my brain. I guess I'm always hoping that you'll end this reign but it's my destiny to be the king of pain. There's a little black spot on the sun today, that's my soul up there. It's the same old thing as yesterday, that's my soul up there. There's a black hat caught in a high tree top, that's my soul up there. There's a flag pole rag and the wind won't stop, that's my soul up there. I have stood here before inside the pouring rain with the world turning circles running 'round my brain. I guess I'm always hoping that you'll end this reign but it's my destiny to be the king of pain. There's a fossil that's trapped in a high cliff wall, that's my soul up there. There's a dead salmon frozen in a waterfall, that's my soul up there. There's a blue whale beached by a springtide's ebb, that's my soul up there. There's a butterfly trapped in a spider's web, that's my soul up there. I have stood here before inside the pouring rain with the world turning circles running 'round my brain. I guess I'm always hoping that you'll end this reign but it's my destiny to be the king of pain. There's a king on a throne with his eyes torn out, there's a blind man looking for a shadow of doubt, there's a rich man sleeping on a golden bed, there's a skeleton choking on a crust of bread. King of pain. There's a red fox torn by a huntsman's pack, that's my soul up there. There's a black winged gull with a broken back, that's my soul up there. There's a little black spot on the sun today, it's the same old thing as yesterday. I have stood here before inside the pouring rain with the world turning circles running 'round my brain. I guess I'm always hoping that you'll end this reign but it's my destiny to be the king of pain. King of pain, king of pain, king of pain, I will always be king of pain... Love Is the Seventh Wave In the empire of the senses, you're the queen of all you survey, all the cities, all the nations, everything that falls your way. There is a deeper world than this that you don't understand. There is a deeper world that this tugging at your hand. Every ripple on the ocean, every leaf on every tree, every sand dune in the desert, every power we never see. There is a deeper wave than this swelling in the world. There is a deeper wave than this, listen to me, girl. Feel it rising in the cities, feel it sweeping over land, over borders, over frontiers, nothing will its power withstand. There is no deeper wave than this rising in the world. There is no deeper wave than this, listen to me girl. All the bloodshed, all the anger, all the weapons, all the greed, all the armies, all the missiles, all the symbols of your fear. There is no deeper wave than this rising in the world. There is no deeper wave than this, listen to me girl. At the still point of destruction, at the center of the fury, all the angels, all the devils, all around us, can't you see? There is a deeper wave than this rising in the land. There is a deeper wave than this, nothing will withstand. I say, love is the seventh wave. I say, love is the seventh wave. I say, love is the seventh wave. I say, love is the seventh wave... Love Is Stronger Than Justice (The Munificent Seven) This is a story of seven brothers, we had the same father but different mothers. We keep together like a family should, roaming the country for the common good. It came to pass one fateful day, we found ourselves down Mexico way. The town, the mayor, the PTA, pleading on their knees with us all to stay. We'd only stopped for a few burritos but they told us of the trouble with los banditos. A poor little town in need of aid, my brothers and me had never been afraid. The age of chivalry is not dead, lonesome nights in a cowboy bed. There'd be a bride for every man who chased away the evil gang. Love is stronger than justice, love is thicker than blood. Love is stronger than justice, love is a big fat river in flood. The outcome was predictable, our banditos were despicable. Of blood we lost a dozen liters, a small price to pay for las senoritas. The town mayor was happy but his face was glum, the maidens numbered only one. But there weren't seven brides for seven brothers, I knew I had to get rid of the others. Love is stronger than justice, love is thicker than blood. Love is stronger than justice, love is a big fat river in flood. Mother told me I was the clever one, the seventh son of a seventh son. It all ended so happily, I settled down with the family. I look forward to a better day but ethical stuff never got in my way. And though there used to be brothers seven, the other six are singing in heaven. Love is stronger than justice, love is thicker than blood. Love is stronger than justice, love is a big fat river in flood. Message In A Bottle Just a castaway, an island lost at sea, another lonely day with no one here but me. More loneliness than any man could bear, rescue me before I fall into despair. I'll send an SOS to the world, I'll send an SOS to the world. I hope that someone gets my, I hope that someone gets my I hope that someone gets my message in a bottle. A year has passed since I wrote my note but I should have known this right from the start. Only hope can keep me together, love can mend your life but love can break your heart. I'll send an SOS to the world, I'll send an SOS to the world. I hope that someone gets my, I hope that someone gets my I hope that someone gets my message in a bottle. Walked out this morning, don't believe what I saw, a hundred billion bottles washed up on the shore. Seems I'm not alone at being alone, a hundred billion castaways looking for a home. I'll send an SOS to the world, I'll send an SOS to the world. I hope that someone gets my, I hope that someone gets my I hope that someone gets my message in a bottle. Sending out an SOS... Nothing 'Bout Me Lay my head on the surgeon's table, take my fingerprints if you are able. Pick my brains, pick my pockets, steal my eyeballs and come back for the sockets. Run every kind of test from A to Z and you'll still know nothing 'bout me. Run my name though your computer, mention me in passing to your college tutor. Check my records, check my facts, check if I paid my income tax. Pore over everything in my C.V. but you'll still know nothing 'bout me. You'll still know nothing 'bout me. You don't need to read no books on my history. I'm a simple man, it's no big mystery. In the cold weather, a hand needs a glove. At times like this, a lonely man like me needs love. Search my house with a fine tooth comb, turn over everything 'cause I won't be at home. Set up your microscope and tell me what you see, you'll still know nothing 'bout me... Roxanne Roxanne, you don't have to put on the red light. Those days are over, you don't have to sell your body to the night. Roxanne, you don't have to wear that dress tonight. Walk the streets for money, you don't care if it's wrong or if it's right. Roxanne, you don't have to put on the red light. Roxanne, you don't have to put on the red light. Roxanne (Put on the red light), Roxanne (Put on the red light)... I loved you since I knew you, I wouldn't talk down to you. I have you to tell just how I feel, I won't share you with another boy. I know my mind is made up so put away your make up. Told you once I won't tell you again, it's a bad way. Roxanne, you don't have to put on the red light. Roxanne, you don't have to put on the red light. Roxanne (Put on the red light), Roxanne (Put on the red light... Russians In Europe and America, there's a growing feeling of hysteria. Conditioned to respond to all the threats in the rhetorical speeches of the Soviets. Mr. Krushchev said we will bury you, I don't subscribe to this point of view. It would be such an ignorant thing to do if the Russian love their children too. How can I save my little boy from Oppenheimer's deadly toy? There is no monopoly of common sense on either side of the political fence. We share the same biology, regardless of ideology. Believe me when I say to you, I hope the Russians love their children too. There is no historical precedent to put words in the mouth of the president. There's no such thing as a winnable war, it's a lie we don't believe anymore. Mr. Reagan says we will protect you,I don't subscribe to this point of view. Believe me when I say to you I hope the Russians love their children too. We share the same biology, regardless of ideology. What might save us me and you is that the Russians love their children too. Seven Days "Seven days" was all she wrote, a kind of ultimatum note she gave to me, she gave to me. When I thought the field had cleared, it seems another suitor appeared to challenge me, woe is me. Though I hate to make a choice, my options are decreasing mostly rapidly, well we'll see. I don't thing she'd bluff this time, I really have to make her mine. It's plain to see, it's him or me. Monday, I could wait till Tuesday if I make up my mind. Wednesday would be fine, Thursday's on my mind. Friday'd give me time, Saturday could wait but Sunday'd be too late. The fact he's over six feet ten might instill fear in other men but not in me, the mighty flea. Ask if I am mouse or man, the mirror squeaked, away I ran, he'll murder me in time for his tea. Does it bother me at all, my rival is Neanderthal? It makes me think perhaps I need a drink. IQ is no problem here, we won't be playing Scrabble for her hand I fear, I need that beer. Monday, I could wait till Tuesday if I make up my mind. Wednesday would be fine, Thursday's on my mind. Friday'd give me time, Saturday could wait but Sunday'd be too late. Seven days will quickly go, the fact remains, I love her so. Seven days, so many ways, but I can't run away, I can't run away. Monday, I could wait till Tuesday if I make up my mind. Wednesday would be fine, Thursday's on my mind. Friday'd give me time, Saturday could wait but Sunday'd be too late. Sunday'd be too late. Do I have to tell a story of a thousand rainy days since we first met? It's a big enough umbrella, but it's always me that ends up getting wet. Shape Of My Heart He deals the cards as a meditation and those he plays never suspect. He doesn't play for the money he wins, he doesn't play for respect. He deals the cards to find the answer, the sacred geometry of chance, the hidden law of a probable outcome, the numbers lead a dance. I know that the spades are swords of a soldier, I know that the clubs are weapons of war, I know that diamonds mean money for this art but that's not the shape of my heart. He may play the jack of diamonds, he may lay the queen of spades, he may conceal a king in his hand while the memory of it fades. I know that the spades are swords of a soldier, I know that the clubs are weapons of war, I know that diamonds mean money for this art but that's not the shape of my heart. And if I told you that I loved you, you'd maybe think there's something wrong. I'm not a man of too many faces, the mask I wear is one. Those who speak know nothing and find out to their cost like those who curse their luck in too many places and those who fear are lost. I know that the spades are swords of a soldier, I know that the clubs are weapons of war, I know that diamonds mean money for this art but that's not the shape of my heart. That's not the shape of my heart. That's not the shape, shape of my heart. Something The Boy Said When we set out on this journey, there were no doubts in our minds. We set our eyes to the distance, we would find what we would find. We took courage from our numbers, what we sought we did not fear. Sometimes we'd glimpse a shadow falling, the shadow would disappear. But our thoughts kept returning to something the boy said as we turned to go. He said, you'll never see our faces again, you'll be food for a carrion crow. Every step we took today, our thoughts would always stray from the wind on the moor so wild to the words of the captain's child. Something the boy said. Something the boy said. Something the boy said. Something the boy said. In the circles we made with our fires, we talked of the pale afternoon. The clouds were like dark riders flying on the face of the moon. We spoke our fears to the captain and asked what his son could know for we would never have marched so far to be food for a crow. Every step we took today, our thoughts would always stray from the wind on the moor so wild to the words of the captain's child. Something the boy said. Something the boy said. Something the boy said. Something the boy said When I awoke this morning, the sun's eye was red as blood. The stench of burning corpses, faces in the mud. Am I dead or am I living? I'm too afraid to care, I'm too afraid to know. I'm too afraid to look behind me at the feast of the crow. We spoke our fears to the captain and asked what his son could know for we would never have marched so far to be food, food for a crow. Food for a crow, Food for a crow. Something the boy said. Something the boy said. Food for a crow, something the boy said. Food for a crow, something the boy said. Food for a crow, something the boy said. Food for a crow. Synchronicity II Another suburban family morning, grandmother screaming at the wall. We have to shout above the din of our Rice Krispies, we can't hear anything at all. Mother chants her litany of boredom and frustration but we know all her suicides are fake. Daddy only stares into the distance, there's only so much more that he can take. Many miles away, something crawls from the slime at the bottom of a dark Scottish lake. Another industrial ugly morning, the factory belches filth into the sky. He walks unhindered through the picket lines today, he doesn't think to wonder why. The secretaries pout and preen like cheap tarts in a red light street, but all he ever thinks to do is watch and every single meeting with his so-called superior is a humiliating kick in the crotch. Many miles away, something crawls to the surface of a dark Scottish loch. Another working day has ended, only the rush hour hell to face. Packed like lemmings into shiny metal boxes, contestants in a suicidal race. Daddy grips the wheel and stares alone into the distance, he knows that something somewhere has to break. He sees the family home now, looming in the headlights, the pain upstairs that makes his eyeballs ache. Many miles away there's a shadow on the door of a cottage on the shore of a dark Scottish lake. Many miles away... They Dance Alone (Cueca Solo) Why are these women here dancing on their own? Why is there this sadness in their eyes? Why are the soldiers here, their faces fixed like stone? I can't see what it is they despise. They're dancing with the missing, they're dancing with the dead. They dance with the invisible ones, their anguish is unsaid. They're dancing with their fathers, they're dancing with their sons. They're dancing with their husbands, they dance alone, they dance alone. It's the only form of protest they're allowed. I've seen their silent faces scream so loud. If they were to speak these words, they'd go missing too. Another woman on the torture table, what else can they do? They're dancing with the missing, they're dancing with the dead. They dance with the invisible ones, their anguish is unsaid. They're dancing with their fathers, they're dancing with their sons. They're dancing with their husbands, they dance alone, they dance alone. One day we'll dance on their graves, one day we'll sing our freedom. One day we'll laugh in our joy and we'll dance. One day we'll dance on their graves, one day we'll sing our freedom. One day we'll laugh in our joy and we'll dance. Ellas danzan con los desaparecidos, ellas danzan con los muertos. Ellas danzan con amores invisibles, wllas danzan con silenciosa angistia. Danzan con sus padres, danzan con sus hijos. Danzan con sus esposos, ellas danzan solas, danzan solas. Hey Mr. Pinochet, you've sown a bitter crop. It's foreign money that supports you, one day the money's going to stop. No wages for your torturers, no budget for your guns. Can you think of your own mother dancing with her invisible son? They're dancing with the missing, they're dancing with the dead. They dance with the invisible ones, their anguish is unsaid. They're dancing with their fathers, they're dancing with their sons. They're dancing with their husbands, they dance alone, they dance alone. One day we'll dance on their graves, one day we'll sing our freedom. One day we'll laugh in our joy and we'll dance. One day we'll dance on their graves, one day we'll sing our freedom. One day we'll laugh in our joy and we'll dance. And we'll dance. And we'll dance... This Cowboy Song We rode all night across an endless desert, we had no moon to light our way. And though a billion stars were slowly turning, we lacked the consciences to pray. Our horses running like devil chasers, those feet, they hardly touched the ground. Yes, I'm familiar with the grey wolves howling but I'm certain I never heard this sound. Devil to pay on judgment day. Would Jesus strike me down if I should pray this cowboy song, it's all I know to bring me back into your arms. Your distant sun, your shining light, you'll be my dark star shining tonight. I've been the lowest of the low on the planet, I've been a sinner all my days. And I was living with my hand on the trigger, I had no sense to change my ways. The priest asked if I'd embrace the resurrection to suck the poison from my life. Just like an existential cowboy villain, his words were balanced on my knife. Devil to pay on judgment day. Would Jesus strike me down if I should pray this cowboy song, it's all I know to bring me back into your arms. Your distant sun, your shining light, you'll be my dark star shining tonight. Every night, every night, all my distances afar. This cowboy song, it's all I know to bring me back into your arms. Your distant sun, your shining light, you'll be my dark star shining tonight. Dark star, dark star... Walking On The Moon Giant steps are what you take, walking on the moon. I hope my legs don't break, walking on the moon. We could walk forever, walking on the moon. We could live together, walking on, walking on the moon. Walking back from your house, walking on the moon. Walking back from your house, walking on the moon. Feet they hardly touch the ground, walking on the moon. My feet don't hardly make no sound, walking on, walking on the moon. Some may say I'm wishing my days away, no way and if it's the price I pay. Some say tomorrow's another day, you stay, I may as well play. Giant steps are what you take, walking on the moon. I hope my legs don't break, walking on the moon. We could walk forever, walking on the moon. We could be together, walking on, walking on the moon. Some may say I'm wishing my days away, no way and if it's the price I pay. Some say tomorrow's another day, you stay, I may as well play. Keep it up... When The World Is Running Down, You Make The Best Of What's Still Around Turn on my V.C.R., same one I've had for years. James Brown on the Tammy show, same tape I've had for years. I sit in my old car, same one I've had for years. Old battery's running down, it ran for years and years. Turn on the radio, the static hurts my ears. Tell me where would I go, I ain't been out in years. Turn on the stereo, it's played for years and years. An Otis Redding song, it's all I own. When the world is running down, you make the best of what's still around. When the world is running down, you make the best of what's still around. Plug in my M.C.I. to exercise my brain. Make records on my own, can't go out in the rain. Pick up the telephone, I've listened here for years. No one to talk to me, I've listened here for years. When the world is running down, you make the best of what's still around. When the world is running down, you make the best of what's still around. When I feel lonely here, don't waste my time with tears. I run 'Deep Throat' again, it ran for years and years. Don't like the food I eat, the cans are running out. Same food for years and years, I hate the food I eat. When the world is running down, you make the best of what's still around. When the world is running down, you make the best of what's still around. When the world is running down, you make the best of what's still around. When the world is running down, you make the best of what's still around. Turn on my V.C.R., same one I've had for years. James Brown on the Tammy show, same tape I've had for years. I sit in my old car, same one I've had for years. Old battery's running down, it ran for years and years. When We Dance If he loved you like I love you, I would walk away in shame, I'd move town, I'd change my name. When he watches you, when he counts to buy your soul, on your hand his golden rings like he owns a bird that sings. When we dance, angels will run and hide their wings. The priest has said my soul's salvation is in the balance of the angels and underneath the wheels of passion, I keep the faith in my fashion. When we dance, angels will run and hide their wings. I'm still in love with you. I'm gonna find a place to live, give you all I've got to give. When we dance, angels will run and hide their wings. When we dance, angels will run and hide their wings. If I could break down these walls and shout my name at heaven's gate, I'd take these hands and I'd destroy the dark machineries of fate. Cathedrals are broken, Heaven's no longer above. Hellfire's a promise away, I'd still be saying I'm still in love. He won't love you like I love you. He won't care for you this way, he'll mistreat you if you stay. Come and live with me, we'll have children of our own. I would love you more than life if you'll come and be my wife. When we dance, angels will run and hide their wings. When we dance, angels will run and hide their wings. When we dance, angels will run and hide their wings. When we dance, angels will run and hide their wings. I'm gonna love you more than life if you will only be my wife. I'm gonna love you more than life if you will only be my wife. I'm gonna love you night and day, I'm gonna try in every way. I had a dream last night, I dreamt you were by my side. Walking with me baby, my heart was filled with pride. I had a dream last night. I had a dream last night. I had a dream last night... Why Should I Cry For You? Under the dog star sail, over the reefs of moonshine, under the skies of fall, north, north west, the stones of Faroe. Under the Arctic fire, over the seas of silence, hauling on frozen ropes for all my days remaining. But would north be true? All colors bleed to red asleep on the ocean's bed. Drifting in empty seas for all my days remaining. But would north be true? Why should I? Why should I cry for you? Dark angels follow me over a godless sea. Mountains of endless falling for all my days remaining. What would be true? Sometimes I see your face, the stars seem to lose their place. Why must I think of you? Why must I? Why should I? Why should I cry for you? Why would you want me to? And what would it mean to say that, "I loved you in my fashion?" What would be true? Why should I? Why should I cry? Wrapped Around Your Finger You consider me the young apprentice, caught between the Scylla and Charibdes. Hypnotized by you if I should linger, staring at the ring around your finger. I have only come here seeking knowledge, things they would not teach me of in college. I can see the destiny you sold turned into a shining band of gold. I'll be wrapped around your finger, I'll be wrapped around your finger. Mephistopheles is not your name, I know what you're up to just the same. I will listen hard to your tuition, you will see it come to its fruition. I'll be wrapped around your finger, I'll be wrapped around your finger. Devil and the deep blue sea behind me, vanish in the air you'll never find me. I will turn your face to alabaster, then you'll find your servant is your master. You'll be wrapped around my finger, you'll be wrapped around my finger, you'll be wrapped around my finger, you'll be wrapped around my finger. You Still Touch Me Another night finds me alone. In my dreams, you still touch me. Your picture by my telephone. In that smile, you still thrill me. Now if I sleep, I sleep here alone. In my bed tonight, you still haunt me. And if I'm falling, I'm falling like a stone. In my nightmares, you still hold me. And after all that we've been through, now I'm wondering if you still blame me. If only half of this was true that you believe of me, you still shame me. Dark rain will fall until I see your face, I close my eyes, I seem to hear the raindrops saying you won't come back, you still touch me. And when I'm sick at heart and low, in my prayers, you still heal me. When I'm so sure, so sure this isn't so, in my complacency, you still shake me. I wonder if you feel the same way as I do and you'd come back, you still touch me. Another night finds me alone, in my bed tonight, you still haunt me, you still hold me, you still touch me, you still touch me. |