When We Dance
More proof -- as if I needed it -- that things sometimes wash over me without sinking in at all: I've listened to When We Dance - (previously unreleased) on Fields Of Gold: The Best Of Sting 1984-1994 by Sting dozens of times, and until this morning, I always heard the chorus, "When we dance, angels will run and hide their wings," as, "When we dance, angels will learn how to pray."




