STING

The breaking news broken up the pleasant music to my dancing heart - the victim in your victory, the scared coward calling for a peacemaker, the curious peeping through the keyhole of life at wisdom making love with foolishness, the guilty condemned for sin of trust. Before the temporary night is moved you have gone where tolerance is ignorance The rest is sour story: heartbreak, loneliness, vacant spaces, busy tones, voice mails...