you’re pretty like heaven
...pretty like hell
dad’s raving like a mad man
he’s losing nerves again
you’re pretty like your mother were
before god called her away
your mum would be proud of you
day by day you’re more like her
now make me love
(too) close to me
I’m alone
without me
your daddy’s now in government
but daddy ain’t that bad
he’s acting like a president
knows a cost of a human head
if god gave me wings
I would fly away with birds
so far from daddy’s heaven (hell)
away from the house of love
Sting:
The Bridge:
The Bridge:
