Pyhimys
the very best of what you've got to offer
tell them what your hands were made for
tell them who your mouth was made for
you've got your profits and your mathematicians
the vocal fuel of a generation
tell me what my hands were made for
tell me who my mouth was made for
and please don't be mad at me
you'll get what you ask for
come on come on come on
so very close to what you had expected
it makes it hard to keep my head up level
tell me I'm what your hands were made for
tell me I'm who your
Sister Moon
Sister moon will be my guida,
in your blue, blue shadows I would hide
All good people asleep tonight
I'm all by myself in your silverlight
I would gaze at your face the whole night
Though I'd go out of my mind but for you
I'd go out of my mind but for you
Lying in a mother's arms
the primal root of a woman's charms
I'm a stranger to the sun my eyes are too weak
How cold is a heart when it's warmth that it seeks?
You watch every night, you don't care what I do
I'd go out of my mind, but for you
I'd go out of my mind, but for you
My lover's eyes are nothing like the sun
My hunger for him explains everything I've done
To howl at the moon the whole night through
And they really don't care if I do
I'd go out of my mind, but for you
Written by Sting
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