By sting, michael kamen and eric clapton
If the night turned cold and the stars looked down
And you hug yourself on the cold cold ground.
You wake the morning in a strangers coat,
No one would you see.
You ask yourself, whod watch for me?
My only friend, who could it be?
Its hard to say it, I hate to say it, but its probably me.
When your bellys empty and the hungers so real
And youre too proud to beg and too dumb to steal,
You search the city for your only friend,
No one would you see.
You ask yourself, whod watch for me?
A solitary voice to speak out and set me free.
I hate to say it, I hate to say it, but its probably me.
Youre not the easiest person I ever got to know
And its hard for us both to let our feelings show.
Some would say I should let you go your way,
Youll only make me cry.
But if theres one guy, just one guy
Whod lay down his life for you and die,
I hate to say it, I hate to say it, but its probably me.
When the worlds gone crazy and it makes no sense
And theres only one voice that comes to your defense.
The jurys out and your eyes search the room
And one friendly face is all you need to see.
And if theres one guy, just one guy
Whod lay down his life for you and die,
I hate to say it, I hate to say it, but its probably me.
I hate to say it, I hate to say it, but its probably me...