A thousand years, a thousand more,

A thousand times a million doors to eternity.
I may have lived a thousand lives, a thousand times
An endless turning stairway climbs
To a tower of souls.
If it takes another thousand years, a thousand wars,
The towers rise to numberless floors in space.
I could shed another million tears, a million breaths,
A million names but only one truth to face.

A million roads, a million fears
A million suns, ten million years of uncertainty.
I could speak a million lies, a million songs,
A million rights, a million wrongs in this balance of time
But if there was a single truth, a single light
A single thought, a singular touch of grace
Then following this single point, this single flame,
The single haunted memory of your face -

I still love you...
I still want you...
A thousand times the mysteries unfold themselves,
Like galaxies in my head.

I may be numberless, I may be innocent,
I may know many things, I may be ignorant,
Or I could ride with kings and conquer many lands,
Or win this world at cards and let it slip my hands.
I could be cannon food, destroyed a thousand times,
Reborn as fortune’s child to judge another’s crimes,
Or wear this pilgrim’s cloak, or be a common thief -
I’ve kept this single faith, I have but one belief:

I still love you...
I still want you...
A thousand times the mysteries unfold themselves,
Like galaxies in my head.
On and on the mysteries unwind themselves,
Eternities still unsaid
’til you love me...

Sting
2001