Sting - Ghost Story |
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Ghost Story
Sting I watch the western sky The sun is sinking The geese are flying south It sets me thinking I did not miss you much I did not suffer What did not kill me Just made me tougher I feel the winter come His icy sinews, Now in the firelight Tha case continues The same old questions asked Another night in court Tha same denial Tha same old trial Tha shadows close me round Like jury members The fire's embers I look for answers in Why was I missing then That whole December? I don't remember I give my usual line, Another winter comes His icy fingers creep Into these bones of mines And all these differences These memories never sleep A cloak I borrowed We kept aor distances Why should it follow that I must have loved you? What is the force that binds the stars? I wore this mask to hide my scars Never could find a place to hide What is the power that pulls the tide? What moves the earth around the sun? What could I do but run and run and run? Afraid to love, afraid to fail A mast without a sail The moon's a fingernail And slowly sinking And now I'm thinking Another day begins Was my invention That this indifference Sought your attention When everything I did You were my compass star You were my measure Of buried treasure You were a pirate's map Tha last thing I'd expect If this was all correct The prosecution rests It's time that I confessed I must have loved you I must have loved you |
