Chorus:
Can the H world help me be? F# I'm not its G#m child of destiny E but when H you come
F# suddenly it's E destiny
H Looking for your F# pretty eyes
E hoping it'd be F# better
H you ran away to F# realize
E that nothing realy F# matters
H (now) all the words are F# decomposed
E (and) thoughts are burned in F# shadows
H I've always been so petrified F# E that nothing realy matters F#
Chorus 1x
H I didn`t want to F# hurt your lips
E for give me. F# I was jealous
H will anybody F# turn back time?
E it's deadly serious F# matter
Sting:
The Bridge:
The Bridge:
