I saw Sting's Berlin concert a few nights ago. I was taken back more than a decade when I saw his Mercury Falling tour in Manila. No words can describe how I felt that evening when my heart was listening to lines like,
"For the first time I saw the work of heaven, in the line where the hill had been married to the sky...",
"With her smile as sweet as a warm wind in summer, she's got me flying like a bird in a bright June sky..."
"Another night finds me alone, in my bed tonight, you still haunt me you still hold me you still touch me"
Fifteen years after that tour, here I am sitting in the office, not feeling as dark as December and as cold as the man in the moon, but basking away in the glorious awesomeness of Gordon's intoxicating words and haunting music.
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