Sting - live session at the Panthéon in Paris - ARTE Concert

He deals the cards as a meditation

to pay for respect He deals the cost to find the answer The sacred geometry of chess The hidden laws of a probable outcome While the numbers lead a dance

I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier.

I know that the clubs are weapons I've won.

I know that diamonds mean money for this art.

But that's not the shape of my heart.

He may play the jack of diamonds.

may lay the queen of spades.

He may conceive the king in his hand while the memory of it fades.

I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier.

I know that the clubs are weapons of war.

but that's not the shape of my heart that's not the shape

If I told you that I loved you You'd maybe think there's something wrong About a man of too many faces This mask I wear is on For those who speak not nothing

And fire not to their cost Like those who curse their luck In too many places And those a few have lost I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier I know that the clubs are weapons at war

All the diamonds mean nothing for this heart But that's not the shape of my heart That's not the shape of my heart That's not the shape The shape of my heart

The sheep of my heart.

I love this pendulum behind me.

I love it.

one two three four

The blood will flow when flesh and steel are one, dried in the color of the evening sun.

Tomorrow's rain will wash the stains away with something in the mind.

Perhaps this final act was meant To clinch our lifetime's argument That nothing comes from violence And nothing ever could For all those born beneath an angry star Lest we forget how fragile we are On and on the rain will fall

Like tears from the star, like tears from the star On and on the rain will say How fragile we are, how fragile we are

Like tears from the storm Like tears from the storm

How fragile we are.

One, two.

Just to cast away an island lost at sea, oh.

Another lonely day with no one here but me, oh.

More loneliness than any man could bear.

Rescue me before I fall into despair.

I hope that someone gets my message in a bottle.

Message in a bottle.

A year has passed since I wrote my note.

I should have known this right from the start.

Only hope can keep me together.

Love can mend your life, but love can break your heart.

I'll send an SOS to you.

Messaging about you Messaging about you Whooped out this morning I don't believe what I saw

A hundred billion bottles wash up on the shore.

Sometimes I'm not alone in being alone.

I hope that someone gets my message in a bar.

A message in a bar.

Message in a bottle.

Message in a bottle.

Ascendant Island SOS.

Ascendant Island SOS.

Ascendant Island SOS.

an S.O.A.

SOS SOS SOS

Jumped out of bed this morning with a smile upon my face.

Still there while I shave my chin, but the reason's hard for me to trace.

I cook myself some breakfast, have some coffee while I muse.

Where could this smile have come from?

It's a muscle that I rarely use.

Call the doctor with my symptoms.

Should I spend the day in bed?

Can you explain what's selling me?

And this is what my doctor says.

If it's love, it has no season.

If there's love, there is no cure.

If there's love, it won't seal these wounds.

And I miss you, can't be sure.

If there's love, you must surrender.

If there's love, that's going to

If it's love, the odds are slender.

If it's love, you're something without a trace.

What case can bring you?

You smile and your heart skips a beat.

You hear a church bell chime.

The sound that's ringing in your ear.

Will set your heart beat climbing And my doctor's diagnosis Is opinion and I quote I'll write you a prescription This is what my doctor wrote If it's love, it has no season If it's love, there is no cure

If it's love, you don't see a reason And I miss you, can't be sure If it's love, you must surrender If it's love, then you must believe If it's love, the odds are better If it's love, the trap's already laid I'm afraid your fate is on my side

How many times have I had this dream That wakes me from my slumber How will I ever get to sleep again Counting sheep in a book of numbers How many times have I had this dream With you walking towards me from the river When will I ever get to rest again Wondering if I can deliver

This is the sound of rushing water, running through my brain This is the sound of God's own daughter, calling out your name This is the sound of atmospheres, three metric tons of pressure

This is the song of all my fears.

Something I just can't measure.

I remember the story of Jonah.

He was trapped in the belly of a whale.

How many times must he succeed?

How many times must he fail?

Is this the sound of rushing water pushing?

I see my shrink on an analyst couch Hit me with a hammer and I'll say ouch What we have here is so easy to solve Just takes a firm purpose and some resolve Is this the sound of rushing water?

This is the sound of God's own daughter calling out your name.

Ease into the water, flooding through your grave.

Ease into the water, calling out your name.

Ease into the water Floodin' through your brain Ease into the water

What would a man not do?

What would a man not say?

What would a man not agree to?

What would a man not betray?

Well, would a man fear to trespass?

Well would a man not stray?

What crime would a man not admit to?

What price would a man not pay?

He's got no money but his head's up in the stars.

You'll spread your name across the streetcar.

If he can read between the lines of their own voice, you'll find some meaning in the streetlight.

What would a man not consent to?

What would a man not face?

What would a man not agree to?

What lies would a man not embrace?

You'll find Javi worked his fingers to the bone She's safely sleeping in the moonlight He'll save his money, buy a place to call their own

To be the one she loves By the stretch of my fingers By the strength of my hands By the blood that blooms in my veins By the pulse of my beating heart

By the sun up in heaven, by the moon and the stars.

By the circling planets and the lines on the surface, the surface of Mars.

What would a man not do?

What would a man not say?

Oh, Lord.

You say there's a bridge out there, out there in the mist.

Some will deny it's there.

Others will tell you it don't even exist.

It's not made of iron, steel, or stone.

Yet it spans the rising waters.

We are but bags of blood and bones.

We carry the weight of our sons and our daughters Now the fields are all but drowned And we climb up to the ridge Some will seek the higher ground Some of us the bridge Open the gates that we may follow Open the bridge to Ottawa

Open the floodgates to the river Open the bridge that we may cross

Sitting on the dock of the bay, watching the tide roll away.

I'm sitting on the dock of the bay, wasting time.

I'm sitting in the morning sun.

I'll be sitting when the evening comes.

And I watch them roll away again I'm sitting on the dock of the bay Watching the tide roll away Sitting on the dock of the bay Wasting time I left my home in Georgia I'm headed for the Frisco Bay

I got nothing to live for Look like nothing gonna come my way I'm sitting on the dock of the bay Watching the tide roll away I'm sitting on the dock of the bay Wasting time Looks like nothing gonna change

Everything seems to stay the same I can't do what ten people tell me to do So I guess I'll remain the same I'm sitting here resting my bones And this loneliness won't leave me alone Two thousand miles I roam Just to make this dock my home

I'm sitting on the dock of the bay watching the tide roll away I'm sitting on the dock of the bay wasting time

Hey.

Hey.