I see a city in the desert lies,
The vanity of an ancient king,
The city lies in broken pieces,
Where the wind howls and the vultures sing,
These are the works of man,
This is the sum of our ambition,
It would make a prison of my life,
If you became another痴 wife.
Have every prison blown to dust,
My enemies walk free,
I知 mad about you. (*2)
And what you hold the keys to,
Are everything I see,
Have every prison blown to dust,
My enemies walk free,
I知 mad about you. (*2)
I have never in my life,
Felt more alone than I do now,
And though I claim dominions,
Over all I see,
It means nothing to me,
There are no victories,
Without my histories,
Without air.
**Repeat first verse**
And what you hold the keys to,
Are everything I see,
Have every prison blown to dust,
My enemies what free,
Have all my kingdoms turned to sand,
And fall into the sea,
I知 mad about you. (*2)
Sting
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