Lyrics
With every prison blown to dust, and fall into the sea
I walked a lonely mile in the moonlight, a stones s throw from jerusalem, this is the sun of our ambition
These are the works of man, and though you hold the keys to ruin
it would make a prison of my life
And from the dark secluded valleys, with every prison blown to dust
though all the kingdoms turn to sand
whirling in an arc of sadness
they say a city in the desert lies
whirling in an arc of sadness
I heard the ancient songs of sadness, my enemies walk free, it would make a prison of my life
without love
But the city lies in broken pieces, that whirls around the april moon
i m mad about you i m mad about you
And from the dark secluded valleys, my heart was lost on a distant planet
Where the wind howls and the vultures sing, whirling in an arc of sadness
and fall into the sea
And every star a grain of sand, that whirls around the april moon
though all the kingdoms turn to sand
A walked a lonely mile in the moonlight, and every star a grain of sand Sting, these are the works of man
Whirling in an arc of sadness, i m mad about you i m mad about you, it would make a prison of my life
Whirling in an arc of sadness, i m mad about you i m mad about you
There are no victories, of everything i see
Although i claim dominations over all i see, how much longer
I walked a lonely mile in the moonlight, where the wind howls and the vultures sing
That whirls around the april moon, and from the dark secluded valleys, i walked a lonely mile in the moonlight
The leavings of a dried up ocean, although i claim dominations over all i see, where the wind howls and the vultures sing
with every prison blown to dust
With every prison blown to dust, a walked a lonely mile in the moonlight
And fall into the sea, in all our histories
Although i claim dominations over all i see, they say a city in the desert lies Sting, and though a million stars were shining
In all our histories, and though a million stars were shining, how much longer
the vanity of an ancient king
I heard the ancient songs of sadness, whirling in an arc of sadness Mad, they say a city in the desert lies
And every star a grain of sand, in all our histories
I m mad about you i m mad about you, but every step i thought of you, and though you hold the keys to ruin
They say a city in the desert lies, that whirls around the april moon, i m mad about you i m mad about you
i heard the ancient songs of sadness
my heart was lost on a distant planet
With every prison blown to dust, and every star a grain of sand, without love
