Dire Straits

You get a shiver in the dark

It's raining in the park but meantime

South of the river you stop

And you hold everything

A band is blowing Dixie double four time

You feel all right when you hear that music ring.

There's so many different worlds,

So many different suns.

And we have just one world,

But we live in different ones...

It takes love over gold

And mind over matter.

To do what you do that you must,

When the things that you hold,

Can fall and be shattered

Or run through your fingers like dust.

Now the suns gone to hell

And the moons riding high.

Let me bid you farewell

Every man has to die.

But it's written in the starlight

And every line on your palm.

Were fools to make war

On our brothers in arms.