In the land of joy,
when the night has come,
we didn't wanna go home,
we didn't wanna go.
It reminds me how i thought,
reminds me how i talked.
Under the darkness of the lamps,
jumping over the fence.
All the things they keep,
under lock and key,
you see clearly through them,
you can see them clear.
We signed our silent deal,
written with secret ink.
The faint wind moaned through the trees,
the faint wind moaned through the streets. |
Sting:
The Bridge:
The Bridge:
