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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Sting
Vocals
Martin Kierszenbaum
Programming
Dominic Miller
Guitar
Donal Hodgson
Programming
Gene Noble
Background Vocals
Melissa Musique
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sting
Composer
Dominic Miller
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Sting
Producer
Martin Kierszenbaum
Producer
Robert Orton
Mixing Engineer
Gene Grimaldi
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
Bring me a glass of water
To wash the dirt from my throat
I've been wandering my whole life out there
Help me out of my coat
This water's as clear as crystal
We should thank the Lord for that
Sit you down and hear my story
Find somewhere for my hat
A barkeep takes a stranger's hat
And finds a vacant hook
Turns back towards the traveller
His right hand on an old, black book
The holy Book of Numbers
I take it's something that you've read?
The long search in the wilderness
For a place to lay my head
So many parables in the scriptures
But this one I'm doomed to tell
For I stormed the gates of Heaven
To find myself in Hell
This is my lonely mission
To wake the world up to its fate
To dismantle my own invention
For the hour is getting late
This holy Book of Numbers
As we walk through the shadow of death
Tell me, are you listening, boy
Or am I just wasting my breath?
There are fools in the courts of power
While I've walked through this vale of bitter tears
At the mercy of recording angels
For three score and twenty-five years
The barkeep gets up from the table
To fill up another glass
He turns around to find an empty chair
All that's left is the name in his hat
Writer(s): Gordon Matthew Sumner, Dominic James Miller
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