Sting - The End Of The Game

LRC by lzh, from jiangxi pingxiang

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The fox is done running

And the beast is at bay

He'd run them in circles

By the end of the day

They chased him through brambles

They chased him through the fields

They could chase it forever

But the fox would not heal

There was some sort of shadow

On the crest of a hill

And the hounds were distracted

Away from the kill

One day we'd reach a great ocean

The end of a pale afternoon

And we'd lay down our heads just like we were sleeping

Towed by the drag of the moon

We ran through the forest

And we ran through the trees

And we ran through the heather

Though we ran in our dreams

And you were my lover

And I was your beau

We ran like the river

For what else did we know?

One day we'd reach a great ocean

At the end of a pale afternoon

And the dogs are all worn out

And the horses are lame

All the hunters had hunted

At the end of the day

Our love was a river

A wild mountain stream

In a tumbling fury

On the edge of a dream

And they chased us through brambles

And they chased us through the fields

They could chase us forever

But the heart would not heal

When the fox is done running

At the end of the day

I'm ready to answer

I'm ready to pay

When this river's done running

And my time will come soon

Carried to the great ocean

By the drag of the moon