Written by Sting No time for the complexities of conversation No time smiles, no time for knowing No time for the intricacies of explanation No time
, suckers get buried Cause the kane got more spice than curry I am the flavor down on paper And nothing could save ya, from catchin the vapors Rhymes that'll sting
ling Dam, dam, dang a lang Ring a ling a ling, who calling king? Some lil' queen need a full arm sting Early in the morn for a little fling, fling Girl
Spent the night over at a friend's place Sunday morning came, he was in my face Said I want to take you to a place Put you in a state of grace Drove way
It's early morning, the sun comes out Last night was shaking, pretty loud My cat is purring and scratches my skin So what is wrong with another sin?
Write me words Write me words that sound Ecris-moi des lignes Qui swiguent comm' du Sting Qui sonnent Comm' du Jackson Write me lines That swing like Sting
bout to start storming I whip you at your show but wait til you finish performing I show up at your residence while roosters is yawning Like Phoenix Arizona, nuts in the morning
me find it this time When I hold it to the light, how the pearl will shine Early one morning, fates changed everything Zandro's baby boy felt the scorpion's sting
The minute the sting penetrates your finger You're strapped to the pain like an angry stranger The moment the rain freezes in the gutter Caught the flaming
Esmerelda falls in love every Saturday And on Sunday morning don't remember a thing And the gringos are all saints of the latter day, that's the way And
have no tools, my hammer's done, my drill is broked I'm the doctor You wait on the waiting list Patients been here since this morning I dismiss This
abide with me I fear no foe, with Thee at hand to bless Ills have no weight and tears no bitterness Where is death's sting, where, grave, that victory
mano Dame tu mano Five hundred miles I gotta go tomorrow And leave you here with your sweet sorrow Dame tu mano Dame tu mano Their talk will sting in the morning
By sting, michael kamen and eric clapton If the night turned cold and the stars looked down And you hug yourself on the cold cold ground. You wake the
Down the winding alleyways of Sodo Where the rain is painting down the streets Where she's walking every morning, I don't know Though her eyes are far
One, two, three Well, I woke up this morning here's a girl in my bed How did she get there? Was it something I said? I don't understand it but somehow
The baby blinks her eyes as the sun falls from the sky She feels the stings of a thousand fires as the city around her dies Some sleep beneath the rubble
shadows From your cozy window frame And last night, who was in your parlor Wrapping presents in the late hour? To place upon your pillow As the morning came The thin wind stings