Released: September 2, 2016

Songwriter: Sting

Producer: Martin Kierszenbaum

[Verse 1]
White page, an empty field of snow
My room is 25 below
This cold man chasing ghosts
A road lies underneath the buried posts
Dogs search the under forest
We scour the empty streets
The fact remains until we find you
Our lives are incomplete

[Pre-Chorus]
Do I hear laughter through a veil of snow and ice?
Where could you be on such a lonely winter's night?

[Chorus]
I can't stop thinking about you
I can't stop wanting you this way
I can't face living without you
That's why I'm searching night and day
This heart's a lonely hunter
These hands are frozen fists
I can't stop thinking about you
I don't care if you exist

[Pre-Chorus 2]
Do I hear laughter from behind this veil of midnight?
What are you hiding in the frozen heart of winter?
Somewhere a church bell tolls
I know you're close, the scent's still warm
Then the trail turns cold, cold, cold

[Chorus]
I can't stop thinking about you
I can't stop wanting you this way
I can't face living without you
That's why I'm searching night and day
This heart's a lonely hunter
These hands are frozen fists
I can't stop thinking about you
I don't care if you exist

[Pre-Chorus 3]
Do I hear laughter in the silence of the snow?
I know you're hiding in this frozen heart of winter
The midnight church bell tolls
I know you're close, your scent's still warm
Then the trail turns cold, cold, cold

[Chorus]
I can't stop thinking about you
I can't stop wanting you this way
I can't face living without you
That's why I'm searching night and day
This heart's a lonely hunter
These hands are frozen fists
I can't stop thinking about you
I don't care if you exist

[Outro]
I can't stop thinking about you
I can't stop wanting you this way
I can't face living without you
I can't stop wanting you...

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.