Vintage Violence

She's back from Amsterdam And I think the journey did her well Her face has lost it's touch The tell tale signs of loneliness inside But I love her still And need her company still more Come down, come down once more And I think, the journey, did her

When I stand, my back to the sea A big white cloud, looking right down on me Sound of sun, missing my eyes Everything's clear, everything's bright Big white cloud, big white cloud Big white cloud on me Big white cloud, big white cloud Big white cloud

[ti:Ghost Story] [ar:Sting] [00:16.91]I watch the western sky [00:35.26]The sun is sinking [00:39.48]The geese are flying south [00:43.17]It sets me thinking [00:46.40]I did not miss you much [00:50.48]I did not suffer [00:55.28]What did not kill me