Bruce Springsteen - I'll Work for Your Love lyrics

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
Around 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

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