released: Oct.2007 |
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Lyrics By Bruce Springsteen Pour me a drink Theresa In one of those glasses you dust off And I'll watch the bones in your back Like the Stations of the Cross
'Round your hair the sun lifts a halo At your lips a crown of thorns Whatever other deals gone down To this one I'm sworn
I'll work for you love, dear I'll work for your love What others may want for free I'll work for you love
The dust of civilizations And loves sweet remains Slip off of your fingers And come driftin' down like rain
The pages of Revelation Lie open in your empty eyes of blue I watch you slip that comb through your hair and this I promise you
I'll work for you love, dear I'll work for your love What others may want for free I'll work for you love
Your tears, they fill the rosary At your feet, my temple of bones Here in this perdition we go on and on
Now our city of peace has crumbled Our book of faith's been tossed And I'm just out here searchin' For my own piece of the cross
The late afternoon sun fills the room With the mist of the garden before the fall I watch your hands smooth the front of your blouse and seven drops of blood fall
I'll work for you love, dear I'll work for your love What others may want for free I'll work for your... What others may want for free I'll work for you... What others may want for free I'll work for your love
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