september
torsdag 18 juni 2009 bild 1/2
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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.
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.
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.
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.
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