Sting - And Yet
This town, this stain on the sunrise,
Disguised in the mist this morning,
It's 8 AM, a seagull shouts a sailor's warning.
This sky, this bend in the river,
Slows down and delivers me,
The tide rolls back,
And all my memories fade to black.
And yet, and yet...I'm back.
This town has a strange magnetic pull,
Like a homing signal in your skull,
And you sail by the stars of the hemisphere, ...