Vista previa
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
[Instrumental]
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