Track Title:               Big Lie Small World
Album Title:               Brand New Day
Prime Artist:              Sting        (Gordon Sumner)

Producer:                  Kipper
Producer:                  Sting        (Gordon Sumner)
Written by:                Sting        (Gordon Sumner)

I sat down and wrote this letter
     Telling you that I felt better
     Since you'd gone and I was free
     I'm so happy

     I have so little time to spare now
     I'm wanted almost everywhere now
     I make out like Casanova
     Friends are always coming over

     I signed my name as if I meant it
     Sealed it with a kiss and sent it
     The letter had improved my mood
     Happy in my solitude

     But halfway home I changed my tune
     And when I saw my lonely room
     The mirror caught my eye
     When I sit down I cry

     Big lie, small world
     Big lie, small world

     I had to intercept that letter
     Telling you that I was better
     I raced to catch the postman's van
     He was leaving as I ran

     I miss the bus I miss the train
     I end up walking in the rain
     Big dog chased me down the street
     I hadn't had a bite to eat

     Feeling sorry for myself
     Wishing I was someone else
     I walked across the city
     'Cause I couldn't stand your pity

     Big lie, small world
     Big lie, small world

     The place you live looks opulent
     And obviously a higher rent
     Than our cosy little room
     I had this sense of doom

     The landlord says you're out of town
     That your new boyfriend's always around
     The hour was getting late
     So I sit down and wait

     Here's the postman with my letter
     Coming down the path, he'd better
     Give that thing to me
     I have to make him see

     Begging doesn't do the trick
     He thinks that I'm a lunatic
     And then who comes upon the scene
     But your new boyfriend Mr. Clean

     I hit the postman, hit your lover
     Grabbed the letter ran for cover
     The police arrived in time for tea
     Said they'd like to question me

     I can only curse my fate
     I have to face the magistrate
     It hasn't been the best of days
     I'd like to fly away

     Big lie, small world
     Big lie, small world