Still. You.
Još uvijek, još uvijek, još uvijek.
Another night finds me alone. In my dreams, you still touch me.
Your picture by my telephone. In that smile, you still thrill me.
Now if I sleep, I sleep here alone.
In my bed tonight, you still haunt me.
And if I'm falling, I'm falling like a stone.
In my nightmares, you still hold me.
And after all that we've been through,
now I'm wondering if you still blame me.
If only half of this was true that you believe of me,
you still shame me.
Dark rain will fall until I see your face,
I close my eyes, I seem to hear the raindrops saying
you won't come back, you still touch me.
And when I'm sick at heart and low, in my prayers,
you still heal me.
When I'm so sure, so sure this isn't so, in my complacency,
you still shake me.
I wonder if you feel the same way as I do and you'd come back,
you still touch me.
Another night finds me alone, in my bed tonight,
you still haunt me, you still hold me,
you still touch me, you still touch me.
- Sting
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