By Sting
Date: 17 February 2000

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 salute
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 I was I missing then
that whole December?
I give my usual 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 borrowed
we kept our dinstances,
why should it follow
that 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 tide? 
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 feel,
a mast without a sail

The 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 confessed
I must have loved you.
I must have loved you.