Seven Days
Sting Lyrics


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"Seven Days" was all she wrote
A kind of ultimatum note
She gave to me, she gave to me
When I thought the field had cleared
It seems another suit appeared
To challenge me, woe is me
Though I hate to make a choice
My options are decreasing mostly rapidly
Well we'll see
I don't think she'd bluff this time
I really have to make her mine
It's plain to see
It's him or me

Monday, I could wait till Tuesday
If I make up my mind
Wednesday would be fine, Thursday's on my mind
Friday'd give me time, Saturday could wait
But Sunday'd be too late

The fact he's over six feet ten
Might instill fear in other men
But not in me, the mighty flea
Ask if I am mouse or man
The mirror squeaked, away I ran
He'll murder me in time for his tea
Does it bother me at all
My rival is Neanderthal, it makes me think
Perhaps I need a drink
IQ is no problem here
We won't be playing Scrabble for her hand I fear
I need that beer

Monday, I could wait till Tuesday
If I make up my mind
Wednesday would be fine, Thursday's on my mind
Friday'd give me time, Saturday could wait
But Sunday'd be too late

Seven days will quickly go
The fact remains, I love her so
Seven days, so many ways
But I can't run away
I can't run away

Monday, I could wait till Tuesday
If I make up my mind
Wednesday would be fine, Thursday's on my mind
Friday'd give me time, Saturday could wait
But Sunday'd be too late
(Sunday'd be too late)
Sunday'd be too late

Do I have to tell a story
Of a thousand rainy days since we first met




It's a big enough umbrella
But it's always me that ends up getting wet

Overall Meaning

The song "Seven Days" by Sting is a tale of romantic confusion, with the singer caught between two lovers. The song opens up with the singer receiving an ultimatum note from his lover, whose patience has worn thin. Just when he thought it was clear sailing, another suitor appears, challenging him to pursue her. Caught in the middle, Sting's character is indecisive, but he knows he cannot procrastinate, as time is running out to choose between his two love interests.


The lyric also describes the second suitor as being over six feet ten inches and possibly being a Neanderthal. This reference to an evolutionary ancestor could be Sting's comment on the style of the man or his caveman-like behavior. The lyric, "Does it bother me at all, my rival is Neanderthal," could mean that the singer is intimidated by the person, or that he sees him as unworthy of his love.


Ultimately, the song is a reflection of the difficulty of making choices in life, and the fear of making the wrong one. In the end, the singer professes his love for his lady friend, realizing that he has waited too long to make up his mind, and he now risks losing her.


Line by Line Meaning

Seven Days was all she wrote
She gave me an ultimatum of seven days to choose between her and the other guy


A kind of ultimatum note
It was a written ultimatum message from her asking me to choose between her and the other guy


She gave to me, she gave to me
She personally handed over the ultimatum note to me


When I thought the field had cleared
I thought I had no competition left


It seems another suit appeared
I discovered there was another guy competing for her


To challenge me, woe is me
The other guy was here to compete with me for her love


Though I hate to make a choice
I don't like making a choice between two people I love


My options are decreasing mostly rapidly
I am running out of time to decide between the two


Well we'll see
I am unsure of what to do next


I don't think she'd bluff this time
I think she's serious about ending things if I don't choose her


I really have to make her mine
I have to choose her and prove my love for her


It's plain to see
It's clear that I have to choose her


It's him or me
It's a choice between me and the other guy


Monday, I could wait till Tuesday
I am considering delaying my decision


Wednesday would be fine, Thursday's on my mind
I am still trying to buy myself some time to decide


Friday'd give me time, Saturday could wait
I am willing to wait until the end of the week to choose


But Sunday'd be too late
I can't wait until Sunday to choose


The fact he's over six feet ten
The other guy is taller than me


Might instill fear in other men
Other men might be scared of him because of his height


But not in me, the mighty flea
I am not scared of him, despite his height


Ask if I am mouse or man
People might question my masculinity because of my size compared to his


The mirror squeaked, away I ran
I couldn't face my own insecurities and ran away after looking at myself in the mirror


He'll murder me in time for his tea
I am afraid he will hurt me badly


Does it bother me at all
Am I bothered by my own fears and insecurities


My rival is Neanderthal, it makes me think
That other guy is strong and primitive, which makes me feel inferior


Perhaps I need a drink
I need alcohol to calm my nerves and boost my confidence


IQ is no problem here
I am not challenged intellectually by him


We won't be playing Scrabble for her hand I fear
We won't be competing intellectually for her love


I need that beer
I need alcohol to calm my nerves and boost my confidence


Seven days will quickly go
The deadline to choose between them is approaching fast


The fact remains, I love her so
Despite the competition, I still love her


Seven days, so many ways
There are many paths I can take, but I have to choose the right one


But I can't run away
I can't avoid or escape from the situation


Do I have to tell a story
Do I have to explain every detail of our relationship or do I have to tell a story to justify my decision


Of a thousand rainy days since we first met
Of all our struggles together since we first met


It's a big enough umbrella
We had enough support and protection from each other despite the challenges


But it's always me that ends up getting wet
Despite the support, I always end up suffering the most




Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Songtrust Ave
Written by: GORDON SUMNER

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LYRICS (YEAR 1993):
"Seven days" is all she wrote
A kind of ultimatum note
She gave to me
She gave to me
When I thought the field had cleared
It seems another suit appeared
To challenge me
Oh, woe is me
Though I hate to make a choice
My options are decreasing mostly rapidly
Well, we'll see
I don't think she'd bluff this time
I really have to make her mine
It's plain to see
It's him or me
Monday, I could wait 'til Tuesday
If I make up my mind
Wednesday would be fine
Thursday's on my mind
Friday'd give me time
Saturday could wait
Sunday'd be too late
The fact he's over six feet ten
Might instill fear in other men
But not in me
The mighty flea
Ask if I am mouse or man
The mirror squeaked, away I ran
He'll murder me
In time for his tea
Does it bother me at all
My rival is Neanderthal?
It makes me think, hey
Perhaps I need a drink
IQ is not an issue here
We won't be playing Scrabble
For her hand I fear
I need that beer, hey
Monday, I could wait 'til Tuesday
If I make up my mind
Wednesday would be fine
Thursday's on my mind
Friday'd give me time
Saturday could wait
Sunday'd be too late
Seven days will quickly go
The fact remains, I love her so (I love her so)
Seven days, so many ways
I can't run away
No, I can't run away
Monday, I could wait 'til Tuesday
If I make up my mind
Wednesday would be fine
Thursday's on my mind
Friday'd give me time
Saturday could wait
Sunday'd be too late
Oh, Sunday
Sunday'd too late, too late
Too late, too late, oh
Do I have to tell the story
Of a thousand rainy days since we first met?
Oh!
It's a big enough umbrella
But it's always me that ends up getting wet



All comments from YouTube:

@llamapenNHL

Perfect example of a drummer completely blowing your mind without “overplaying.”

@Joker-ig8im

I've been a drummer since the fifth grade back in 1984 and studied every style of music you could think of. Music is my reason for living. I can't put into words how good Vinnie Colaiuta is.

@philliptaylor5229

@@Joker-ig8im He's a beast on Megadeth's 'The System Has Failed'.

@Joker-ig8im

@@philliptaylor5229 Thank you. Haven't heard it. Will check it out tonight when I get home and can hear it on my Audiophile System!

@nunoggp2011

They are all so great

@michaelwalker7570

Watch 13 year old Yoyoka play this and your mind will be blown again.

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@Oblio1942

the drumming on this track is fucking amazing

@tonymate6664

Let a 54 old drummer jus' shake your hand mate!😀🤝🥁🤘🏻✌🏻

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