Earworm | Ghost Story, Sting

I was walking the Waitakere Coast beach—from the Zion Hill Track, Tunnel Point Campground, towards Karekare—and this song was chosen by my phone shuffle. The first line, not so much the rest, made it stick, but now nearly two weeks later it's still there.

The way it builds, for me, is what makes it special.

Ghost Story | Song by Sting

I watch the western sky, the sun is sinking
The geese are flying south, it sets me thinkin'
I did not miss you much, I did not suffer
What did not kill me just made me tougher

I feel the winter come, his icy sinews
Now in the fire light, the case continues
Another night in court, the same old trial
The same old questions asked, the same denial

The shadows closely run, like jury members
I look for answers in the fire's embers
Why was I missing then that whole December?
I give my usual line, "I don't remember"

Another winter comes, his icy fingers creep
Into these bones of mine these memories never sleep
And all these differences, a cloak I borrow
We kept our distances, why should it follow
I must have loved you

What is the force that binds the stars?
I wore this mask to hide my scars
What is the power that pulls the tide?
Never could find a place to hide

What moves the Earth around the sun?
What could I do but run and run and run?
Afraid to love, afraid to fail
A mast without a sail

The moon's a fingernail and slowly sinking
Another day begins and now I'm thinking
That this indifference was my invention
When everything I did sought your attention

You were my compass star, you were my measure
You were a pirate's map, a buried treasure
If this was all correct, the last thing I'd expect
The prosecution rests, it's time that I confessed

I must have loved you
I must have loved you
I must have loved you
I must have loved you
I must have loved you
I must have loved you
I must have loved you