Sting - Until

If ^BmI ca^Aught the w^Gorld in a bottle And ev^Emerythi^F#ng will st^Bmill ben^Aeath the m^Goon With such a l^Emove would it shine for ^F#me If ^BmI was s^Amart as an a^Grrow studdling And ^Emunderst^F#ood the r^Bmings ar^Aound the mo^Gon Why c^Emould it all matter if you l^F#ove me

Here in your ^Emarms with the w^Aorld is impossibly st^Dill With a mi^Bmllion of dreams to f^Gulfil And a matter of moments until the d^F#ancing ends Here in your a^Emrms and eve^Arything seems to be cl^Dear Not a sal^Bmacoius thing What I fe^Gel Except when this moment comes near the da^F#ncing´s end If ^BmI ca^Aught the w^Gorld in an hour-glass S^Emattled ^F#up the m^Bmoon So we co^Auld r^Gide U^Emntil the s^Bmtars could d^Gim, u^Emntil…

^BmOne d^Aay y^Gou meet a stranger And ^Emall the n^F#oises si^Bmlence i^An the r^Goom You f^Emeel that you´re close to some m^F#ystery In the m^Bmoonli^Aght and eve^Grything shudders You f^Emeel as ^F#if you´ve k^Bmnown it ^Aall your ^Glife The w^Emorse, oldest lesson in his^F#tory

Here in your ^Emarms with the w^Aorld is impossibly st^Dill With a mi^Bmllion of dreams to f^Gulfil And a matter of moments until the d^F#ancing ends Here in your a^Emrms and eve^Arything seems to be cl^Dear Not a sal^Bmacoius thing do I fee^Gl Except when this moment comes near the da^F#ncing´s end If ^BmI ca^Aught the w^Gorld in an hour-glass S^Emattled ^F#up the m^Bmoon then we ^Awould^G ride U^Emntil the s^Bmtars could d^Gim, u^Emntil the t^F#ime, the t^Bmime stands st^Gill, u^Emntil…