The Hurting - David Knopfler

So cross my palm with silver

Cross my heart with gold

I’ll tell you all a story

Of a heart so deep and cold

Of a time of greed and sorrow

The race is never run

You think that it’s all over

But the hurting — the hurting’s just begun

The hurting

The hurting

To some he was a hero

His father’s eldest son

To some he was a criminal

For evil he had done

No need to fear the reaper

Only the good die young

You think that it’s all over

But the hurting must go on

The hutting’s just begun

The hurting

The hurting

So harken well for fear of life

The song is almost sung

Prophecies and omens mark

The time and place I’ll come

Clouds on the horizon

A black spot on the sun

Don’t think it’s all over

The hurting

The hurting’s just begun

The hurting

The hurting

So I cross my palm with silver

And I tell myself these lies

To cast a giants shadow

You must live without disguise

You can’t erase the memory

All was now undone

Just when you thought you had it made

The torture must go on

The hurting has begun

The hurting

The hurting