Dire Straits

There's so many different worlds,
So many different suns.
And we have just one world,
But we live in different ones...

It takes love over gold
And mind over matter.
To do what you do that you must,
When the things that you hold,
Can fall and be shattered
Or run through your fingers like dust.

You get a shiver in the dark
It's raining in the park but meantime
South of the river you stop
And you hold everything
A band is blowing Dixie double four time
You feel all right when you hear that music ring.

Now the suns gone to hell
And the moons riding high.
Let me bid you farewell
Every man has to die.
But it's written in the starlight
And every line on your palm.
Were fools to make war
On our brothers in arms.