Sting - Friends - Текст песни

Written by andy summers

I likes to eat my friends

And make no bones about it

I likes to eat my friends

I couldnt do without it

Aint a man or poet, friend

I know just how youll taste

Your limbs go sliding down my throat

And never go to waste

Your death of course, will sadden me

Until I grok your essence

I know your life was not in vain

When digestion is commencing

Consider this a celebration

And the deepest pact of friends

And I hope that you will dine on me

When I come to an end

Even friends may come to you

With a new found revelation

But think of it as life renewed

And not their termination

"to know you is to eat you,"

Should be the code of lovers

Death brings the highest act of love

Preserved for one another

People say that what you are

Is only what you eat

And my friends become a part of me

Oh its then that lifes complete

To know you is to eat you

The act of love supreme

Each one of us inside himself

Can appetise the dream