Sting

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

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

It would make a prison of my life, If you become another's wife.

The sacred geometry of chance The hidden law of a probable outcome

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.

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…

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

Takes more than combat gear to make a man Takes more than license for a gun Confront your enemies, avoid them when you can A gentleman will walk but never run

When your 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.

Let's make it all for one and all for love. Let the one you hold be the one you want, The one you need, 'Cause when it's all for one it's one for all. When there's someone that sh…

When it's love you make, (I'll be the fire in your night.) Then it's love you take.

There is no monopoly of common sense On either side of the political fence. We share the same biology Regardless of ideology.

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.

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…

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.

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