Singer: Sting

Modesty and propriety can lead to notoriety,
And you can be alone.
Softness and sobriety are rare in this society
But in the night a candle burns stronger than the sun.
Modesty, propriety can lead to notoriety
You could end up as the only one.
Gentleness, sobriety are rare
in this society
At night a candle''s brighter than the sun.

If "manners make man" as someone said
He is the hero of the day.
He needs to suffer ignorance and smile.
Be yourself, no matter what.
If "manners maketh man" as someone said
Then he's the hero of the day
It takes a man to suffer ignorance and smile
Be yourself no matter what they say

Every day another miracle.
Only death will tear us apart.
To sacrifice a life for yours,
I'd be the blood of the Lazarus heart.
Every day is another miracle.
And only death can separate us.
And to preserve life for you,
I'll be the blood of the hearts of Lazarus...

Though the sword was his protection
The wound itself would give him power
The power to remake himself
at the time of his darkest hour
She said the wound would give him courage and pain
The kind of pain that you can't hide
From the wound a lovely flower grew
From somewhere deep inside
He realized that a sword for his protection
And this wound will give him strength
Power to reinvent yourself
In the darkest hours of his life.
She said the wound would give him courage and pain,
So much pain to hide not.
From the wound a lovely flower grew,
From somewhere in the depths...

On and On the rain will fall
Like tears from the star like tears from the star.
On and On the rain will say
How fragile we are, how fragile we are.
Again and again will pour rain,
Like tears from the stars like tears from the stars.
Again and again the rain will remind us
What fragile we are, how we are fragile.

If blood will flow when flesh and steel are one,
Drying in the colour of the evening sun.
Tomorrowґs rain will wash the stains away,
But something in our minds will always stay.
Perhaps this final act was meant to clinch a lifetimers argument
That nothing comes from violence and nothing ever could.
For all those born beneath an angry star,
Lest we forget how fragile we are.
If blood will flow when flesh and steel become one,
It dries, illuminated by the evening sun.
But tomorrow's rain will wash away her footprints.
But she will forever leave an imprint in our memory.
Perhaps this last act was needed to resolve the eternal dispute
That violence did and never will bring,
To those who were born under an unlucky star
Not to forget what we fragile.

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.
There is no such thing as a winnable war,
It is false that we no longer believe.
Mr. Reagan says "We will protect you."
I do not share this view.
Believe me when I say:
I hope the Russians love their children too.

There is no monopoly of common sense
On either side of the political fence.
We share the same biology
Regardless of ideology.
There is no monopoly on common sense
On both sides of the political fence.
We have one nature
Regardless of ideology.

I close my eyes, this rare perfume
Is the sweet intoxication of her love.
I close my eyes, this intoxicating fragrance
The sweet intoxication of her love.

When your belly''s empty
And the for hunger's so real
And you're too proud to beg
And too dumb to steal
You search the city
For your only friend.
When the stomach is empty
And the hunger's so real,
And you're too proud to ask,
And too dumb to steal
You wander around the city
In search of the only friend.

The sacred geometry of chance
The hidden law of a probable outcome
The sacred geometry of chance
Hidden probability outcome.

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
I know that the spades are swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war,
I know that diamonds - it is money for military purposes,
But I don't like it.

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
If I told you that I loved you,
You'd think that something is wrong.
I don't know,
I just hide under a mask.
And those who say don't know nothing
And understand the bitter truth:
They and those who are too curses their fate,
And as those who are experiencing fear, hopelessly lost.

A million roads, a million fears
A million suns, ten million years of uncertainty
I could speak a million lies, a million songs,
A million rights, a million wrongs in this balance of time
But if there was a single truth, a single light
A single thought, a singular touch of grace
Then following this single point, this single flame,
This single haunted memory of your face
A million roads, a million fears,
A million suns, ten million years of uncertainty.
I could lie a million times, sing a million songs
To do a million things right, be wrong a million times in this balance of time.
But if only was the only truth, the only light,
The only thought, the only touch of grace...
Then, following that one, the one with the flame
One disturbing memory of your face...