Sting Fields Of Gold Why Should I Cry For You Under the dog-star sail Over the reefs of moonshine Under the skies of fall North-north-west, the stones of Faroe Under the Arctic fire Over the seas of silence Hauling on frozen ropes For all my days remaining Would north be true? All colours bleed to red Asleep on the ocean's bed Drifting in empty seas For all my days remaining Would north be true? Why should I, Why should I cry for you? Dark angels follow me Over a godless sea Mountains of endless falling For all my days remaining What would be true? Sometimes I see your face, The stars seem to lose their place Why must I think of you? Why must I? Why should I? Why should I cry for you? Why would you want me to? And what would it mean to say, 'I loved you in my fashion?' What would be true? Why should I, Why should I cry for you? Why should I cry?
Sting Fields Of Gold Why Should I Cry For You Under the dog-star sail Over the reefs of moonshine Under the skies of fall North-north-west, the stones of Faroe Under the Arctic fire Over the seas of silence Hauling on frozen ropes For all my days remaining Would north be true? All colours bleed to red Asleep on the ocean's bed Drifting in empty seas For all my days remaining Would north be true? Why should I, Why should I cry for you? Dark angels follow me Over a godless sea Mountains of endless falling For all my days remaining What would be true? Sometimes I see your face, The stars seem to lose their place Why must I think of you? Why must I? Why should I? Why should I cry for you? Why would you want me to? And what would it mean to say, 'I loved you in my fashion?' What would be true? Why should I, Why should I cry for you? Why should I cry?
