Do I have to tell the story of a thousand rainy days since we first met? It's a big enough umbrella, but it's always me that ends up getting wet. — The Police Copy Share Image
Words are hard to find, they're only cheques I've left unsigned, from the banks of chaos in my mind. — The Police Copy Share Image
The President looks in the mirror and speaks, his shirts are clean, but his country reeks. — The Police Copy Share Image
The girl's an open page book marking, she's close now, this girl is half his age. — The Police Copy Share Image
Our so-called leaders speak with words they try to jail you, they subjugate the meek, but its the rhetoric of their failure. — The Police Copy Share Image
Roxanne, you don't have to put on the red light. Those days are over, you don't have to sell your body unto the night. — The Police Copy Share Image
There's a rich man sleeping on a golden bed, there's a skeleton choking on a crust of bread. — The Police Copy Share Image
I don't ever want to play the part of a statistic on a government chart. — The Police Copy Share Image
Too much information running through my brain, too much information driving me insane. — The Police Copy Share Image
There has to be an invisible sun that gives us hope when the whole day's done. — The Police Copy Share Image
