ROXANE  (THE POLICE)
	Roxane, you donīt have to put on the red light
	those days are over.
	You donīt have to sell your body to the night...
	...wear that dress tonight, walk these streets for money,
	you donīt care if itīs wrong or if itīs right...
	...I loved you since I knew you,
	I wouldnīt talk down to you
	I have to tell you just how I feel,
	I wonīt share you with another boy,
	I know my mind is made up so put away your make up
	told you once I wonīt tell you again.
	Itīs a bad way, Roxane...

CANīT STAND LOSING YOU  (THE POLICE)
	Iīve called you so many times today
	And I guess itīs all true what your girlfriends say
	that you donīt ever want to see me again
	and your brotherīs going to kill me and heīs six feet ten.
	I guess youīd call it cowardice
	but Iīm not prepared to go on like this...
	I canīt satnd losing you...
	I see youīve sent my letters back
	and my Lp records and theyīre all scratched
	I canīt see the point in another day
	when nobody listens to a word I say
	you can call it lack of confidence
	but to carry on living doesnīt make no sense...
	...I guess this is our last goodbye
	and you donīt care so I wonīt cry
	but youīll be sorry when Iīm dead
	and all this guilt will be on your head
	I guess youīd call it suicide
	but Iīm too full to swallow my pride...

SO LONELY  (THE POLICE)
	Well, someone told me yesterday
	that when you throw your love away
	you act as if your just donīt care
	you look as if youīre going somewhere
	but just canīt convince myself
	I couldnīt live with no one else
	and I can only play that part
	and sit and nurse my broken heart...
	So lonely...
	Now no oneīs knocked upon my door
	for a thousand years or more
	all made up and no where to go
	welcome to this one man show
	just take a seat theyīre always free
	no surprise, no mistery
	in this theatre that I call my soul
	I always play the starring role...

MESSAGE IN A BOTTLE  (THE POLICE)
	Just a castaway, an island lost at sea
	another lonely day, no-one here but me
	more loneliness than any man could bear
	rescue me before I fall into despair
	Iīll send an S.O.S. to the world...
	...I hope that someone gets my...message in a bottle.
	A year has passed since I wrote my note
	but I should have known this right from the start
	only hope can keep me together
	love can mend your life, but love can break your heart...
	...Walked out this morning donīt believe what I saw
	a hundred billion bottles washed up on the shore
	seems Iīm not alone in being alone a hundred billion castaways
	looking for a home...Sending out an S.O.S. ...

WALKING ON THE MOON  (THE POLICE)
	Giant steps are what you take walking on the moon
	I hope my legs donīt break...
	...we could walk forever...
	...we could live together...
	...walking back from your house...
	...feet they hardly touch the ground...
	...my feet donīt hardly make no sound...
	some may say Iīm wishing my days away, no way
	and if itīs the price I pay
	some say tomorrowīs another day you stay I may as well play...
	...keep it up...

DONīT STAND SO CLOSE TO ME ī86  (THE POLICE)
	Young teacher: the subject of schoolgirl fantasy
	she wants him so badly, knows what she wants to be
	inside her thereīs longing this girlīs an open page
	book marking sheīs so close now this girl is half his age.
	Donīt stand so close to me.
	Her friends are so jealous, you know how bad girls get
	sometimes itīs not so easy to be the teacherīs pet
	temptation, frustration, so bad it makes him cry
	wet bus stop, sheīs waiting, his car is warm and dry...
	...loose talk in the classroom to hurt they try and try
	strong words in the staffroom, the accusations fly
	itīs no use, he sees her, he starts to shake he starts to cough
	just like the old man in that famous book by Nabakov... 

DE DO DO DO DE DA DA DA  (THE POLICE)
	Donīt think me unkind, words are hard to find
	theyīre only cheques Iīve left unsigned
	from the banks of chaos in my mind
	and when their eloquence escapes me
	their logic ties me up and rapes me
	De do do do de da da da, is all I want to say to you...
	...their innocence will pull me through...
	...theyīre meaningless and all thatīs true.
	Poets, priests and politicians
	have words to thank for their positions
	words that scream for your submission
	and no-oneīs jamming their transmission
	īcos when their eloquence escapes you
	their logic ties you up and rapes you...

EVERY LITTLE THING SHE DOES IS MAGIC  (THE POLICE)
	Though Iīve tried before to tell her
	of the feelings I have for her in my heart
	everytime that I come near her
	I just lose my nerve as Iīve done from the start
	Every little thing she does is magic
	everything she do just turns me on
	even though my life before was tragic
	now I know my love for her goes on
	Do I have to tell the story
	of a thousand rainy days since we first met?
	itīs a big enough umbrella
	but itīs always me that ends up getting wet...
	...I resolved to call her up a thousand times a day
	and ask her if sheīll marry me in some old fashioned way
	but my silent fears have gripped me long before I reach the phone
	long before my tongue has tripped me must I always be alone...

INVISIBLE SUN  (THE POLICE)
	I donīt want to spend the rest of my life
	looking at the barrel of an armlite
	I donīt want to spend the rest of my days
	keeping out of trouble like the soldiers say
	I donīt want to spend my time in hell
	looking at the walls of a prison cell
	I donīt ever want to play the part
	of a statistic on a government chart
	There has to be an invisible sun
	it gives its heat to everyone...
	...that gives us hope when the whole dayīs done
	Itīs dark all day and it glows all night
	factory smoke and acetylene light
	I face the day with my head caved in
	looking like something that the cat brought in...
	...and theyīre only going to change this place
	by killing everybody in the human race
	and they would kill me for a cigarette
	but I donīt even want to die just yet...

SPIRITS IN THE MATERIAL WORLD  (THE POLICE)
	There is no political solution to our troubled evolution
	have no faith in Constitution there is no bloody revolution
	We are spirits in the material world.
	Our so-called leaders speak with words they try to jail you
	they subjugate the meek but itīs the rhetoric of failure...
	...where does the answer lie? Living from day to day 
	if itīs something we canīt buy there must be another way...

EVERY BREATH YOU TAKE  (THE POLICE)
	Every breath you take...move you make...
	...bond you break...step you take,
	Iīll be watching you...
	...single day...word you say...
	..game you play...night you stay...
	...Oh! canīt you see you belong to me?
	how my poor heart aches with...
	...vow you break...smile you fake...claim you stake...
	Since youīve gone I been lost without a trace
	I dream at night I can only see your face
	I look around but itīs you I canīt replace
	I feel so cold and I long for your embrace
	I keep crying baby, baby, please...

KING OF PAIN  (THE POLICE)
	Thereīs a little black spot on the sun today
	itīs the same old thing as yesterday
	thereīs a black hat caught in a high tree top
	thereīs a flag pole rag and the wind wonīt stop
	I have stood here before inside the pouring rain
	with the world turning circles running īround my brain
	I guess Iīm always hoping that youīll end this reign
	but itīs my destiny to be the king of pain...
	...thatīs my soul up there...
	...thereīs a fossil thatīs trapped in a high cliff wall...
	...thereīs a dead salmon frozen in a waterfall...
	...thereīs a blue whale beached by a springtideīs ebb...
	...thereīs a butterfly trapped in a spiderīs web...
	...thereīs a king on a throne with his eyes torn out,
	thereīs a blind man looking for a shadow of doubt,
	thereīs a rich man sleeping on a golden bed,
	thereīs a skeleton choking on a crust of bread...
	...thereīs a red fox torn by a huntsmanīs pack...
	...thereīs a black winged gull with a broken back...
	...Iīll always be king of pain...

WRAPPED AROUND YOUR FINGER  (THE POLICE)
	You consider me the young apprentice
	caught between the scylla and charibdes
	hipnotized by you if I should linger
	staring at the ring around your finger
	I have only come here seeking knowledge,
	things thye wouldnīt teach me of in College
	I can see the destiny you sold
	turned into a shining band of gold
	Iīll be wrapped around your finger...
	...Mephistopheles is not your name
	but I know what youīre up just the same
	I will listen hard to your tuition
	and you will see it come to its fruition...
	...Devil and the deep blue sea behind me
	vanish in the air youīll never find me
	I will turn your face to alabaster
	then you will find your servant is your master.
	And youīll be wrapped around my finger...