Sting - 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 don't play for respect
He deals the cards as a meditation
And those he plays never suspect
He doesn't play for the money he wins
He don't play for respect
Jingle bell jingle bell jingle bell rock
Jingle bells swing and jingle bells ring
Snowing and blowing up bushels of fun
Now the jingle hop has begun
Last Christmas
I gave you my heart
But the very next day you gave it away.
This year
It was a teenage wedding, and the old folks wished them well
You could see that Pierre did truly love the mademoiselle
And now the young monsieur and madame have rung the chapel
bell, "C'est la vie", say the old folks, it goes to show you never can tell
Every breath you take
And every move you make
Every bond you break, every step you take
I'll be watching you
I sit and wait
Does an angel contemplate my fate
And do they know
The places where we go
I give her all my love
That's all I do
And if you saw my love
You'd love her too
I love her
Lady in black
She came to me one morning
One lonely Sunday morning
Her long hair flowing
Another head hangs lowly,
Child is slowly taken.
And the violence caused such silence,
Who are we mistaken?