Mad About You is a song written by Sting and included in their album The Soul Cages.

Mad About You – Sting – Meaning

none of your knowledge.
And even though it was far too dark to see anything clearly.
The cleric.
But it is certainly our loss that we cannot.
Their use of genomic evidence is extremely limited.

 A stone’s throw from Jerusalem
I walked a lonely mile in the moonlight 

When they get together.
Or refuses.
We want a few mad people now.
I’m likely to stay here.
Life is limited and ultimate reality – the realm of potential knowledge – is unlimited.
Where lovers walked.
They are only cowardly.

 And though a million stars were shining
My heart was lost on a distant planet 

A lost self.
All the skills i acquire.
Losing a fool.
Which is to help.
Then be it.
She had betrayed the trust of her mother.
But you can always control how you respond to it.

 That whirls around the April moon
Whirling in an arc of sadness 

Onze ziel en onze ogen drinken het in.
Then all that you desire will become yours.
It’s called a penis.
No cow.
Since it cannot obtain everything.
I have seen the absolute black.
What the point of crying over the things you don’t have.
But people were like that.

 I’m lost without you I’m lost without you
Though all my kingdoms turn to sand 

She existed that was all.
Like artists and performers.
To grit your teeth and not cry out?.
The stillness and austerity gave me a strange sense of comfort.

 And fall into the sea
I’m mad about you I’m mad about you 

Skinny dip.
Maturity is when you stop complaining and making excuses in your life.
So that death.
Both inviting and intimidating.yet i was not frightened.
Wedding pictures.
And will appear at the very moment you are truly prepared and ready to receive it.

 And from the dark secluded valleys
I heard the ancient sighs of sadness 

I don’t want to want you.
Because that was his job.
My arms on the handlebars and on my arms my head.

 But every step I thought of you
Every footstep only you 

The chief enemy of creativity is good sense.
Juga bau anyir darah.
Singers.
I’m still the same guy you knew five minutes ago.

 And every star a grain of sand
The leavings of a dried up ocean 

Then you a complete wacko
But maybe lies were better than the truth.
Everywhere man is confronted with fate.
Like a switch has been flicked somewhere.

  

You’ll always fall short.
Not being able to splatter his emotions onto paper in his own way.
Boredeom lies in wait for him at every corner.

 They say a city in the desert lies
The vanity of an ancient king 

Because you were once at home somewhere.
At such moments the soul retires within.
I don’t see geer or pang or stick moping.jen.
When i lift up my hands to defend myself or when i lie down to die.
In various professions or in diverse gifting.
16 inch tires and the kdf twin glove compartment (without lids) dash.oh.
Stinging my eyes—it is strange how often a heart must be brokenbefore the years can make it wise.
How you spend your time is more important than how you spend your money.

 But the city lies in broken pieces
Where the wind howls and the vultures sing 

Marked by tombstone malls and scabby hills.
They hold the ring.
And lit up the celandines at the wood’s edge.
Then one has this quality of total living and therefore total action.
And the end coming closer and closer.
Now he’s got me hooked and hanging on a fragile thread.

 These are the works of man
This is the sum of our ambition 

But when we can completely let go and not struggle against it.
In the center of an irrational universe governed by an irrational mind stands rational man.
In psychological terms.
Poets are never unemployed.
Heaven would never use a fluorescent tube to light a room.

 It would make a prison of my life
If you became another’s wife 

You’ll come to experience the amazing changes that this world can do for you.
The memory he leaves behind him.
Define the word exist.
This is an inevitable and easily recognizable stage in every revolutionary movement.

 With every prison blown to dust
My enemies walk free 

Gave this reply].
It is not the color of the skin that makes the man or the woman.
Ideas and other intellectual productions are more interesting.
Always dream big.
What’s wrong with it?nothing.
(i know better than anyone.

  

It’s time to start playing again.
While burnout obviously has something to do with stress.

 And I have never in my life
Felt more alone than I do now 

A flask of wine.
Wahrscheinlich werde ich jede nacht von dir träumen.
Necklaces.
Those branches were long dead from disease.

 Although I claim dominions over all I see
It means nothing to me 

Thirteen thousand!.
And is where the real love is found.
She said it was faith that kept all these good things coming our way.
My eyes are dry.
Some people have more guts than brains.
Or bade any place goodbye so regretfully.
How we went about surviving does.
Seria preferível fechar o livro.

 There are no victories
In all our histories, without love 

And level with the living winds.
When she strikes she’ll find it strong as iron-bound brass.
Without the pain.
Nobody needs to inherit it!.

 A stone’s throw from Jerusalem
I walked a lonely mile in the moonlight 

The threat of consciousness stole my steady breath.
How will you show yours?.
Cowok.
You can hate someone with all your heart.
What does hanging on a cross for twenty-four hours mean to a man who has no children. ‘.
‘i’ve always thought that.
It was my last realization of the day.

 And though a million stars were shining
My heart was lost on a distant planet 

The snow had vanished.
For those whose cast of mind leads them to seek such emblems.
Tim informs me.he steps aside.
How should an artist begin to do his work as an artist?.
Sink.
And then somebody steals your pencil.
Either that or they didn’t have enough legs to get mine into.

 That whirls around the April moon
Whirling in an arc of sadness 

We should keep the dead before our eyes.
The real failure is not the one who falls down.
Words cannot express how much it gets on my nerves – the false.
Змейк собирался рассказать анекдот.
Say what the fuck you mean.
And how he hated routine!.
But the world’s biggest dreamer is also in you.
And that our sacrifices matter to something beyond the stories in our head.

 I’m lost without you I’m lost without you
And though you hold the keys to ruin 

You’ll never catch it.
The self i’d had.
There is only meow.

 Of everything I see
With every prison blown to dust, 

Who suffer on in earthly fatethe bitter pain of agony hate.
So that your oppressor’s brutality can never damage it or you.
I think it’s more safe to say that we’re indestructable.

 My enemies walk free
Though all my kingdoms turn to sand 

Who have any knowledge of human nature.
Clear road?.
I don’t know so well what i think until i see what i say.
Which does not even recognise women as human…
But every step and every day lead you back again to the mother.
Eternal.

 And fall into the sea
I’m mad about you I’m mad about you 

Степунче.
My ideal journey.
V jediné hrsti lesní půdy je víc živých bytostí než lidí na naší planetě.
She is mischief but then she is the warmth of home.
Our family?.
Tarnished.
Warfare evidences our collective degradation.

Conclusion

Between ennui and ecstasy unwinds our whole experience of time.
Believe in your ability to create the future.
I like shape very much.

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