Interpret:

Bruce Springsteen

Album:

Magic

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 other deals gone 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 driftin' 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 our city of peace has crumbled, our book of faith's been tossed
And I'm just down here searchin' for my own piece of the cross
In the late afternoon sun fills the room with the 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......