Sting
A, Am, B, Bm, Em, G, Gbm
If blood will flow, when flesh and steel are one,
dry in the colour of the evening sun,
tomorrow's rain will wash the stains away,
and something in our minds will always stay.
On and on, the rain will fall
Like tears from a star, like tears from a star
On and on, the rain will say
How fragile we are, how fragile we are
How fragile we are, how fragile we are