| Song | Sacred Love |
| Artist | Sting |
| Album | Songs of Love |
| Take off those working clothes | |
| Put on these high heeled shoes | |
| Don't want no preacher on the TV baby | |
| Don't want to hear the news | |
| Shut out the world behind us | |
| Put on your long black dress | |
| No one's ever gonna find us here | |
| Just leave your hair in a mess | |
| I've been searching long enough | |
| I begged the moon and the stars above | |
| For sacred love | |
| I've been up, I've been down | |
| I've been lonesome, in this godless town | |
| You're my religion, you're my church | |
| You're the holy grail at the end of my search | |
| Have I been down on my knees for long enough? | |
| I've been searching the planet to find | |
| Sacred love | |
| The spirit moves on the water | |
| She takes the shape of this heavenly daughter | |
| She's rising up like a river in flood | |
| The word got made into flesh and blood | |
| The sky grew dark, and the earth she shook | |
| Just like a prophecy in the Holy Book | |
| Thou shalt not covet, thou shalt not steal | |
| Thou shalt not doubt that this love is real | |
| So I got down on my knees and I prayed to the skies | |
| When I looked up could I trust my eyes? | |
| All the saints and angels and the stars up above | |
| They all bowed down to the flower of creation | |
| Every man every woman | |
| Every race every nation | |
| It all comes down to this | |
| Sacred love | |
| Don't need no doctor, don't need no pills | |
| I got a cure for the country's ills | |
| Here she comes like a river in flood | |
| The word got made into flesh and blood | |
| Thou shalt not steal, thou shalt not kill | |
| But if you don't love her your best friend will | |
| All the saints up in heaven and the stars up above | |
| It all comes down, it all comes down | |
| It all comes down to love, | |
| Take off your working clothes | |
| Put on your long black dress | |
| And your high heeled shoes | |
| Just leave your hair in a mess | |
| I've been thinking 'bout religion | |
| I've been thinking 'bout the things that we believe | |
| I've been thinking 'bout the Bible | |
| I've been thinking 'bout Adam and Eve | |
| I've been thinking 'bout the garden | |
| I've been thinking 'bout the tree of knowledge, and the tree of life | |
| I've been thinking 'bout forbidden fruit | |
| I've been thinking 'bout a man and his wife | |
| I been thinking 'bout, thinking 'bout | |
| Sacred love, sacred love… |
| Take off those working clothes | |
| Put on these high heeled shoes | |
| Don' t want no preacher on the TV baby | |
| Don' t want to hear the news | |
| Shut out the world behind us | |
| Put on your long black dress | |
| No one' s ever gonna find us here | |
| Just leave your hair in a mess | |
| I' ve been searching long enough | |
| I begged the moon and the stars above | |
| For sacred love | |
| I' ve been up, I' ve been down | |
| I' ve been lonesome, in this godless town | |
| You' re my religion, you' re my church | |
| You' re the holy grail at the end of my search | |
| Have I been down on my knees for long enough? | |
| I' ve been searching the planet to find | |
| Sacred love | |
| The spirit moves on the water | |
| She takes the shape of this heavenly daughter | |
| She' s rising up like a river in flood | |
| The word got made into flesh and blood | |
| The sky grew dark, and the earth she shook | |
| Just like a prophecy in the Holy Book | |
| Thou shalt not covet, thou shalt not steal | |
| Thou shalt not doubt that this love is real | |
| So I got down on my knees and I prayed to the skies | |
| When I looked up could I trust my eyes? | |
| All the saints and angels and the stars up above | |
| They all bowed down to the flower of creation | |
| Every man every woman | |
| Every race every nation | |
| It all comes down to this | |
| Sacred love | |
| Don' t need no doctor, don' t need no pills | |
| I got a cure for the country' s ills | |
| Here she comes like a river in flood | |
| The word got made into flesh and blood | |
| Thou shalt not steal, thou shalt not kill | |
| But if you don' t love her your best friend will | |
| All the saints up in heaven and the stars up above | |
| It all comes down, it all comes down | |
| It all comes down to love, | |
| Take off your working clothes | |
| Put on your long black dress | |
| And your high heeled shoes | |
| Just leave your hair in a mess | |
| I' ve been thinking ' bout religion | |
| I' ve been thinking ' bout the things that we believe | |
| I' ve been thinking ' bout the Bible | |
| I' ve been thinking ' bout Adam and Eve | |
| I' ve been thinking ' bout the garden | |
| I' ve been thinking ' bout the tree of knowledge, and the tree of life | |
| I' ve been thinking ' bout forbidden fruit | |
| I' ve been thinking ' bout a man and his wife | |
| I been thinking ' bout, thinking ' bout | |
| Sacred love, sacred love |