The Book Of My Life - Sting, Anoushka Shankar

Let me watch by the fire and remember my days

And it may be a trick of the firelight

But the flickering pages that trouble my sight

Is a book I’m afraid to write

It’s the book of my days, it’s the book of my life

And it’s cut like a fruit on the blade of a knife

And it’s all there to see as the section reveals

There’s some sorrow in every life

If it reads like a puzzle, a wandering maze

Then I won’t understand 'til the end of my days

I’m still forced to remember,

Remember the words of my life

There are promises broken and promises kept

Angry words that were spoken, when I should have wept

There’s a chapter of secrets, and words to confess

If I lose everything that I possess

There’s a chapter on loss and a ghost who won’t die

There’s a chapter on love where the ink’s never dry

There are sentences served in a prison I built out of lies.

Though the pages are numbered

I can’t see where they lead

For the end is a mystery no one can read

In the book of my life

There’s a chapter on fathers a chapter on sons

There are pages of conflicts that nobody won

And the battles you lost and your bitter defeat,

There’s a page where we fail to meet

There are tales of good fortune that couldn’t be planned

There’s a chapter on god that I don’t understand

There’s a promise of heaven and hell but I’m damned if I see

Though the pages are numbered

I can’t see where they lead

For the end is a mystery no one can read

In the book of my life

Now the daylight’s returning

And if one sentence is true

And all these pages are burning

And all that’s left is you

Though the pages are numbered

I can’t see where they lead

For the end is a mystery no one can read

In the book of my life