Bruce Springsteen - You'll Be Comin' Down lyrics
[Bruce Springsteen - You'll Be Comin' Down lyrics]
White roses and misty blue eyes
Red mornin's and nothing but grey skies
A cup of coffee
Your heart shot clean through
Jacket you bought me gone daisy grey-blue
You're smiling now, but you'll find out
They'll use you up and spit you out now
Your head's spinning in diamonds and clouds
But pretty soon it turns out
You'll be coming down now, baby
You'll be coming down
What goes around, it comes around and
You'll be coming down
Easy street, a quick buck, and true lies
Smiles as thin as those dusky blue skies
A silver plate of pearls, my golden child
It's all yours, at least for a little while
You'll be fine long as your
Pretty face holds out
Then it's going to get pretty cold out
An endless stream of stars shooting by
You got your hopes on high
You'll be coming down now, baby
You'll be coming down
What goes around, it comes around and
You'll be coming down
For a while you'll go sparkling by
Just another pretty thing on high
Like a thief on Sunday morning
It all falls apart with no warning
Satin sky's gone candy-apple green
The crushed metal of your
Little flying machine
You'll be coming down now, baby
You'll be coming down
What goes around, it comes around and
You'll be coming down
You'll be coming down now, baby
You'll be coming down
What goes around, it comes around and
You'll be coming down
Red mornin's and nothing but grey skies
A cup of coffee
Your heart shot clean through
Jacket you bought me gone daisy grey-blue
You're smiling now, but you'll find out
They'll use you up and spit you out now
Your head's spinning in diamonds and clouds
But pretty soon it turns out
You'll be coming down now, baby
You'll be coming down
What goes around, it comes around and
You'll be coming down
Easy street, a quick buck, and true lies
Smiles as thin as those dusky blue skies
A silver plate of pearls, my golden child
It's all yours, at least for a little while
You'll be fine long as your
Pretty face holds out
Then it's going to get pretty cold out
An endless stream of stars shooting by
You got your hopes on high
You'll be coming down now, baby
You'll be coming down
What goes around, it comes around and
You'll be coming down
For a while you'll go sparkling by
Just another pretty thing on high
Like a thief on Sunday morning
It all falls apart with no warning
Satin sky's gone candy-apple green
The crushed metal of your
Little flying machine
You'll be coming down now, baby
You'll be coming down
What goes around, it comes around and
You'll be coming down
You'll be coming down now, baby
You'll be coming down
What goes around, it comes around and
You'll be coming down