"Why Should I Cry For You?" lyrics
"Why Should I Cry For You?"
Under the dog star sail
Over the reefs of moonshine
Under the skies of fall
North-northwest, 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 colours 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?
Why must I?
Why should I?
Why should I cry for you?
Why would you want me to?
And what would it mean to say
"I loved you in my fashion"?
What would be true?
Why should I?
Why should I cry for you?
Why should I cry?
Thanks to sammit, drjettrink for correcting these lyrics.
Writer(s): Gordon Matthew Sumner
- AZLyrics
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- Sting Lyrics
album:
"The Soul Cages" (1991)
Saint Agnes And The Burning Train
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