Released: November 11, 2016

Songwriter: Dominic Miller Vinnie Colaiuta Sting

Producer: Martin Kierszenbaum

Please sit down, just talk to me
We'll see if we can talk this through
I've tried so hard to understand it
Just tell me something that's close to the truth…
I'd rather you were cruel than kind
Is all that I'm demanding
I've given up on peace of mind
For the open wound of understanding

You can't be here and someplace else
If your mind is in that other place
You're trying to convince yourself
But you're lying in my face
I've listened ‘til my head would spin
I don't want half of anything

The sand sits in the hourglass
Time slips through our fingers fast
Your counterfeits deceived me
If you can't love me this way
Then you must leave me

Tell me how it came to this
Just don't think to spare me this
Perhaps the truth can set us free
From the half truths ensnaring you and me
This black hole of intensity
Collapses on its density
And sucks me to a darker place
That hides behind a broken face

Keep up appearances they say
And all those reasons you might stay
Ring hollow in my mind today
I've listened ‘til my head would spin
I don't want half of anything
I don't want half of anything
The fields are sown with seeds of doubt
The wine is warm, you spit it out
This drinking won't relieve me
If you can't love me this way
Then you must leave me

The patterns in the distant stars
Our fates upon a loom
The changes in the temperature
When you walked into a room
The smell of your perfume
The taste of your skin
All those bitter reminders
Of the failed state I'm in

How do I breathe now, how do I inhale?
I'm a diver on the seabed, my oxygen's failed
How do I wake up, how do I sleep?
How do I laugh now, I can't even weep?
Where do I run to, where do I hide?
An insect preserved in formaldehyde
Yesterday's paper its pages curled
How can I live in this broken world?

Keep up appearances they say
But all those reasons you might stay
Ring hollow in my mind today
I've listened ‘til my head would spin
I don't want half of anything
I don't want half of anything

The sand it falls in the hour glass
And time slips through our fingers fast
And nothing that you say relieves me
If you can't love me this way
Then you must leave me

Sting

Gordon Matthew Thomas Sumner, better known as Sting (b.1951 in Wallsend, England), is the former front man and bassist of The Police who since has had a long and successful solo career.