Sting unplugged why should i cry for you lyrics

All colors bleed to red Asleep on the ocean's bed Drifting on empty seas For all my days remaining. Though I've never met any of you, I want you to know that regardless of our geographical, economic, political, theological, cultural differences, a stranger here in the US loves ALL of you Sting fans.

I agree. There's another song My father was a milkman. He delivered milk every morning, seven days a week, 52 weeks a year, all weathers. I kinda resent the fact that all my friends in school were still in bed when I was on the streets in the cold but part of me loved it. I like the silence that allowed be the space to dream, to fantasize about my future. I think I fantasized about being a musician. In fact, the only ever he gave me one piece of advice. I think what he meant was he wanted me to have an exciting life.

Of course, I disappointed him [waits while listeners burst out laughing and hush]. But I did manage to get to sea at one point in my life, I was a musician on a cruise ship.

Thank you. In the video version after the words "i was a musician on a cruise ship" he says "I fucking hated it". Awesome concert :. Under the dog star sail Over the reefs of moonshine Under the skies of fall North, north west, the stones of Faroe Under the Arctic fire Over the seas of silence Hauling on frozen ropes For all my days remaining But would north be true?

All colors bleed to red Asleep on the ocean's bed Drifting on empty seas For all my days remaining But would north be true?

Why should I? Why should I cry for you? Dark angels follow me Over a godless sea Mountains of endless falling, For all my days remaining, What would be true? Sometimes I see your face, The stars seem to lose their place Why must I think of you? Notify me of new comments via email. Cancel Report. Create a new account. Log In. Powered by CITE.

We need you! Help build the largest human-edited lyrics collection on the web! Add Lyrics. Englishman in New York. Whenever I Say Your Name. Tomorrow We'll See. Moon Over Bourbon Street. Every Breath You Take. As such, reefs of moonshine and seas of silence become Dark angels on a godless sea. In the closing moments, the barrier that the water provided to protect the narrator from dealing with his issues head-on is eradicated. That the old man can no longer answer him is irrelevant.

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