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 miracle of science That didn't go from blessing to a curse I never saw no military solution Tha 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 Sting Index Love Is Stronger Than Justice 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 P.T.A. 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 litres A small price to pay for las seņoritas 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 Sting Index 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 fieldss 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 mad 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 thell 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 Sting Index Heavy Cloud No Rain Turned on weather man just after the news I needed sweet rain to wash away my bluse He looked at the chart but he look in vain Heavy cloud but no rain Back in time with Louis XVI At the court of the people he was number one He'd be the bluest blood the'd ever seen When the king said hi to the guillotine The royal astrologer was run out of breath He thought that maybe the rain would postpone his death He looked in the sky but he look in vain Heavy cloud but no rain Well the land was cracking and the river was dry All the crops wer dying when they ought to be high So to save his farm from the banker's draft The farmer took out a book on some old witchcraft He made a spell and a potion on a midsummer's night He killed a brindled calf in the pale moonlight He prayed to the sky but he prayed in vain Heavy cloud but no rain Heavy cloud but no rain The sun won't shine till the clouds are gone The clouds won't go till their work is done And every morning you'll hear me pray If only it would rain today I asked my baby if there'd be some way She said she'd save her love for a rainy day I look in the sky but I look in vain Heavy cloud but no rain Sting Index She's Too Good For Me She Don't like to hear me sing She don't want no diamond ring She don't want to drive my car She won't let me go that far She don't like tha way I look She don't like tha things I cook She don't like the way I play She don't like the things I say But oh the games we play She's too good for me She's too good for me She don't like the jokes I make She don't like the drugs I take She don't like the friends I got She don't like my friends a lot She don't the clothes I wear She don't like the way I stare She don't like the tales I tell She don't like the way I smell But oh the games we play She's too good for me She's too good for me Would she prefer it if I washed myself more often than I do Would she prefer it if I took her to an opera or two I could distort myself to be the perfect man She might prefer me as I am She don't want to meet my folks She don't want to hear my jokes She don't want to fix my tie She don't even want to try She don't like the book I read She don't like the way I feed She don't want to save my life She don't want to be my wife But oh the games we play She's too good for me She's too good for me Sting Index 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 suit 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, thurday'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 (flee?) 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, thurday'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 Monday, I could wait till tuesday If I make up my mind Wednesday would be fine, thurday's on my mind Friday'd give me time, Saturday could wait But 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 Sting Index Saint Augustine In Hell If somebody up there likes me somebody up there cares Deliver me from evil save me from these wicked snares Not into temptation, not to cliffs of fall On to revelation, and lesson for us all She walked into the room on the arm of my best friend I knew whatever happened our friendship would end Chemical reaction, desire at first sight Mystical attraction, turned out all my lights The minute I saw her face the second I caught her eye The minute I touched the flame I knew it would never die Blessed St. theresa the whore of Babylon Madonna and my mother all rolled into one You've got to understand me, I'm not a piece of wood Francis of Assisi could never be this good I don't know if it's pain or pleasure that I seek My fleh was all too willing, my spirit guide was weak I was deadly certain his thoughts for me weren't kind A switchblade in his pocket, murder on his mind Relax, have a cigar, make yourself at home. Hell is full of high court judges, failed saints. We've got cardinals, archbishops, barristers, cirtified accountants, music critics, they're all here. You're not alone, not here you're not. OK break's over. The less I need the more I get Make me chaste but not just yet It's a promise or a lie I'll repent before I die The minute I saw her face the second I caught her eye The minute I touched the flame I knew it would never die The minute I saw her face the second I caught her eye The minute I touched the flame I knew it would never die Sting Index 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 defence 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 Sting Index Everybody Laughed But You Everybody laughed when I told them I wanted you I wanted you Everybody grinned they humored me They thought that someone had spiked my tea Everybody screamed they told me you would cost the moon we'll be there soon Everybody laughed till they were blue They didn't believe my words were true Everybody laughed but you It's easy to lose touch with all the friends You like so much or liked so much Everybody laughed they couldn't take me seriously Abandoned me Sometimes I would read of things they'd done in magazines They made the scene Everybody left with such important things to do but i'm not blue Everybody left but you Everybody left but you Many years have passed And some have fallen by the way I heard them say Everybody dreamed but those who fell Are sleeping now, they're sleeping now Everybody climbed like Ivy to the top most branch It was their change Everybody grasped till they were through It's all they thought that they could do Cause everybody fell, everybody fell everybody fell but you Sting Index 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 Sting Index 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 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 captian 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 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 for a crow Sting Index 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 Sting Index

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