All This Time (STING 3.0 Live)

I looked out across the river today

Saw a city in the fog

And an old church tower where the seagulls play

Saw the sad shire horses walking home

In the sodium light

Two priests on a ferry October geese on a cold winter's night

All this time

The river flowed

Endlessly to the sea

Two priests came 'round our house tonight

One young, one old

To offer prayers for the dying, to serve the final rites

One to learn, one to teach

Where the cold wind blows

And fussing and flapping in priestly black like a murder of crows

All this time

All the river flowed

Endlessly to the sea

If I had my way

I'd take a boat from the river

And I'd bury the old man

And I'd bury the old man

And I'd bury the old man

I'd bury him at sea

They built a wall and a temple

And an edge of the empire garrison town

They lived and they died

They prayed to their Gods

But the stone Gods did not make a sound

And their empire crumbled till all that was left

Were the stones the workmen found

All this time

All the river flowed

In the falling light

Of a northern sun

If I had my way

I'd take a boat from the river

Men go crazy in congregations

They only get better one by one