| [00:01.50] | Artist: Sting |
| [00:04.02] | Album: Ten Summoner's Tales |
| [00:05.86] | Title: Seven Days |
| [00:07.29] | By Edison |
| [00:14.46] | Seven days, was all she wrote |
| [00:17.30] | A kind of ultimatum note, she gave to me |
| [00:23.38] | She gave to me |
| [00:27.27] | When I thought the field had cleared |
| [00:29.75] | It seems another suit appeared to challenge me |
| [00:37.75] | Woe is me |
| [00:40.25] | Though I hate to make a choice |
| [00:42.80] | My options are decreasing mostly rapidly |
| [00:49.45] | Well, we'll see |
| [00:53.15] | I don't think she'd bluff this time |
| [00:55.92] | I really have to make her mine |
| [00:58.96] | It's plain to see, it's him or me |
| [01:05.74] | Monday, I could wait till Tuesday |
| [01:10.42] | If I make up my mind |
| [01:14.52] | Wedn'sday would be fine |
| [01:17.02] | Thursday's on my mind |
| [01:19.88] | Friday'd give me time |
| [01:23.57] | Saturday could wait |
| [01:26.70] | But Sunday'd be too late |
| [01:30.62] | |
| [01:35.68] | The fact he's over six feet ten |
| [01:37.93] | Might instil fear in other men |
| [01:41.23] | But not in me |
| [01:44.89] | The mighty flea |
| [01:48.29] | Ask if I am mouse or man |
| [01:50.90] | The mirror squeaked, away I ran |
| [01:54.17] | He'll murder me in time for his tea |
| [02:01.52] | Does it bother me at all? |
| [02:03.75] | My rival is Neanderthal |
| [02:06.93] | |
| [02:07.55] | It makes me think |
| [02:10.58] | Perhaps I need a drink |
| [02:14.15] | I.Q. is no problem here |
| [02:16.82] | We won't be playing Scrabble for |
| [02:20.54] | Her hand, I fear |
| [02:23.59] | I need that beer |
| [02:24.98] | |
| [02:26.91] | Monday, I could wait till Tuesday |
| [02:31.61] | If I make up my mind |
| [02:34.63] | Wedn'sday would be fine |
| [02:38.78] | Thursday's on my mind |
| [02:41.22] | Friday'd give me time |
| [02:44.48] | Saturday could wait |
| [02:47.87] | But Sunday'd be too late |
| [02:50.60] | |
| [02:57.49] | Seven days will quickly go |
| [03:03.92] | The fact remains, I love her so |
| [03:10.44] | Seven days |
| [03:13.72] | So many ways |
| [03:17.18] | But I can't run away |
| [03:19.04] | I can't run away |
| [03:27.10] | |
| [03:31.97] | Monday, I could wait till Tuesday |
| [03:36.55] | If I make up my mind |
| [03:40.01] | Wedn'sday would be fine |
| [03:43.63] | Thursday's on my mind |
| [03:46.51] | Friday'd give me time |
| [03:49.45] | Saturday could wait |
| [03:52.61] | But Sunday'd be too late |
| [04:08.60] | Do I have to tell a story |
| [04:11.51] | Of a thousand rainy days |
| [04:14.05] | Since we first met? |
| [04:21.48] | It's a big enough umbrella |
| [04:24.62] | But it's always me that ends up |
| [04:28.82] | Getting wet. Yeah, Yeah. |
| [04:33.54] |