Bruce Springsteen - Devil's Arcade lyrics
[Bruce Springsteen - Devil's Arcade lyrics]
Remember the morning we dug up your gun
The worms in the barrel, the hanging sun
Those first nervous evenings of
Perfume and gin
The lost smell on your breath as
I helped you get it in
The rush of your lips, the feel of your name
The beat in your heart, the devil's arcade
You said, "Heroes are needed
So heroes get made"
Somebody made a bet, somebody paid
The cool desert morning and nothing to save
Just metal and plastic where your body caved
The slow games of poker with Lieutenant Ray
In the ward with the blue walls
A sea with no name
Where you lie adrift with the
Heroes of the devil's arcade
You sleep and you dream
Your buddies Charlie and James
And wake with a thick desert
Dust on your skin
Voice says, "Don't worry, I'm here
Just whisper the word tomorrow in my ear"
House on a quiet street, a home for the brave
A glorious kingdom with the sun on your face
Rising from a long night as dark as the grave
On a thin chain of next
Moments and something like faith
On a morning to order, a breakfast to make
A bed draped in sunshine, a body that wait's
For the touch of your fingers
The end of the day
The beat of your heart
The beat of your heart
The beat of your heart
The beat of your heart
The beat of your heart
The beat of your heart
The beat of your heart the slow burning away
Of the bitter fires of the devil's arcade
The worms in the barrel, the hanging sun
Those first nervous evenings of
Perfume and gin
The lost smell on your breath as
I helped you get it in
The rush of your lips, the feel of your name
The beat in your heart, the devil's arcade
You said, "Heroes are needed
So heroes get made"
Somebody made a bet, somebody paid
The cool desert morning and nothing to save
Just metal and plastic where your body caved
The slow games of poker with Lieutenant Ray
In the ward with the blue walls
A sea with no name
Where you lie adrift with the
Heroes of the devil's arcade
You sleep and you dream
Your buddies Charlie and James
And wake with a thick desert
Dust on your skin
Voice says, "Don't worry, I'm here
Just whisper the word tomorrow in my ear"
House on a quiet street, a home for the brave
A glorious kingdom with the sun on your face
Rising from a long night as dark as the grave
On a thin chain of next
Moments and something like faith
On a morning to order, a breakfast to make
A bed draped in sunshine, a body that wait's
For the touch of your fingers
The end of the day
The beat of your heart
The beat of your heart
The beat of your heart
The beat of your heart
The beat of your heart
The beat of your heart
The beat of your heart the slow burning away
Of the bitter fires of the devil's arcade