Sting - Ghost Story

“i watch the western sky.. the sun is sinking… the geese are flying south… it sets me thinking…
i did not miss you much; i did not suffer. what did not kill me just made me tougher.

i feel the winter come, his icy sinews… now in the firelight, the case continues.
another night in court. the same old trial… the same old questions asked; the same denial.
the shadows close me round, like jury members, i look for answers in the fire’s embers…
why was i busy then, that whole december? i give my usual lie/line; i don’t remember.

another winter comes.. his icy fingers creep into these bones of mine; these memories never sleep.
and all these differences, a cloak, i borrow… we kept our distances.. why should it follow..
i must have loved you.

what is the force that binds the stars ? i wore this mask to hide my scars.
what is the power that pulls the tides? ‘never could find a place to hide…
what moves the earth around the sun? what could i do but run and run and run…
afraid to love, afraid to fail.. a mast without a sail…

now moon’s a fingernail and slowly sinking.. another day begins, and now i’m thinking..
that this indifference was my invention, when everything i did sought your attention…

you were my compass star… you were my measure… you were a pirate’s map of buried treasure…
if this was all correct, the last thing i’d expect…the prosecution rests.. it’s time that i confess,
i must have loved you.

I must have loved you.”