This song has been protruding in my ear for the longest time. It’s not that I hear it all the time; it’s just that I seem to have a fetish for sting’s very seductive and subdued airy vocal chords. The jazz doesn’t hurt either. I find it very interesting how people hum to a beat or a symphony even when there is complete silence. Especially when you’re cooped up in a room or a car all by yourself. Humming and sounding like hopeless dork complete with “Diva-like” hand gestures - Not that I have done all of these sorts of humiliating stints, I assure you I am not speaking in terms of experience. I made myself believe that liking a song has to do with how one relates to the song in a more personal manner. So yeah, I guess I do like this song for more reasons than one. First being I love sting. And, secondly, I happen to feel like a legal alien living in manila. Korny. I know. Can’t help it, the song compels me. (wehweh) lol
“Wooaoh, I’m an alien, I’m a legal alien, I’m an English man in”
(I’m crossing my fingers for you)
New York.
