Sacred Love

Sting · Sacred Love [2003]

Take off these working clothes

Put on these high heeled shoes

Don't want no preacher on the TV baby

Don't want to hear the news



Shut out the world behind us

Put on your long black dress

No one's ever gonna find us here

Just leave your hair in a mess

I've been searching long enough

I begged the moon and the stars above

For sacred love



I've been up, I've been down

I've been lonesome, in this godless town

You're my religion, you're my church

You're the holy grail at the end of my search

Have I been down on my knees for long enough?

I've been sarching the planet to find

Sacred love



The spirit moves on the water

She takes the shape of this hevenly daughter

She's rising up like a river flood

The word got made into flesh and blood

The sky grew dark, and the earth she shook

Just like a prophecy in the Holy Book

Thou shalt not covet, thou shalt not steal