I`ll Work For Your Love
Bruce Springstee n
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 the deal's going down
to this one I'm sworn
I'll work for your love dear
I'll work for your love
What others may want for free
I'll work for your love
The dust of civilizations
and love's sweet remains
Slip off of your fingers
and come drifting 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 your love dear
I'll work for your love
What others may want for free
I'll work for your love
<interlude DF>
Well tears they fill the rosary
at your feet my temple of bones
Here in this perdition
we go on and on
Now I see your pieces crumbled
and our book of
faith's been tossed
And I'm just down here searching
for my own piece of the cross
In the late afternoon sun fills
the room with a mist
in 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 your love dear
I'll work for your love
What others may want for free
I'll work for your love
What others may want for free
I'll work for your love
What others may want for free
I'll work for your love