Besedila: Sting. Saint Augustine In Hell.

If somebody up there likes me
Somebody up there cares
Deliver me from evil
Save me from these wicked snares
Not into temptation, not to cliffs of fall
On to revelation, and lesson for us all
She walked into the room
On the arm of my best friend
I knew whatever happened
Our friendship would end
Chemical reaction, desire at first sight
Mystical attraction, turned out all my lights

The minute I saw her face
The second I caught her eye
The minute I touched the flame
I knew it would never die
The minute I saw her face
The second I caught her eye
The minute I touched the flame
I knew it would never die

I don't know if it's pain
Or pleasure that I seek
My flesh was all too willing
My spirit guide was weak
I was deadly certain
His thoughts for me weren't kind
A switchblade in his pocket
Murder on his mind
Blessed St. Theresa the whore of Babylon
Madonna and my mother all rolled into one
You've got to understand me
I'm not a piece of wood
Francis of Assisi
Could never be this good

[The less I need the more I get
Make me chaste but not just yet
It's a promise or a lie
I'll repent before I die]

The minute I saw her face
The second I caught her eye
The minute I touched the flame
I knew it would never die
The minute I saw her face
The second I caught her eye
The minute I touched the flame
I knew it would never die

[Spoken] Relax, have a cigar, make yourself at home.
Hell is full of high court judges, failed saints.
We've got Cardinals, Archbishops, barristers,
Certified accountants, music critics,
They're all here. You're not alone
You're never alone, not here you're not.
OK break's over...

[The less I need the more I get
Make me chaste but not just yet
It's a promise or a lie
I'll repent before I die]

The minute I saw her face
The second I caught her eye
The minute I touched the flame
I knew it would never die
The minute I saw her face
The second I caught her eye
The minute I touched the flame
I knew it would never die