The End Of The Game - Sting

Sting - The End Of The Game
The fox is done running
And the beast is at bay
He'd run them in circles
By the end of the day
They chased him through brambles
They chased him through the fields
They could chase it forever
But the fox would not heal
There was some sort of shadow
On the crest of a hill
And the hounds were distracted
Away from the kill
One day we'd reach a great ocean
One day we'd reach a great ocean
The end of a pale afternoon
And we'd lay down our heads just like we were sleeping
Towed by the drag of the moon
We ran through the forest
And we ran through the trees
And we ran through the heather
Though we ran in our dreams
And you were my lover
And I was your beau
We ran like the river
For what else did we know?
At the end of a pale afternoon
And the dogs are all worn out
And the horses are lame
All the hunters had hunted
At the end of the day
At the end of the day
Our love was a river
A wild mountain stream
In a tumbling fury
On the edge of a dream
And they chased us through brambles
And they chased us through the fields
They could chase us forever
But the heart would not heal
When the fox is done running
I'm ready to answer
I'm ready to pay
When this river's done running
And my time will come soon
Carried to the great ocean
By the drag of the moon