Bruce Springsteen - Devil's Arcade.
Előadó: | Bruce Springsteen |
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Album: | Magic |
Megjelenés: | 2007 |
Hossz: | 09:31 |
Szövegírók: |
Bruce Springsteen |
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Zeneszerzők: |
Bruce Springsteen |
Kiadó: | SonyBMG |
Stílus: | alternative rock |
Címkék: | Keressük! |
Megtekintve: Ma 2, összesen 897 alkalommal
Dalszöveg
Remember the morning
we dug up your gun
The worms in the barrel,
the hanging sun
Those first nervous evenings
of perfume and gin
The lost smell on your breath
as I helped you get it in
The rush of your lips,
the feel of your name
The beat in your heart,
the devil's arcade
You said "Heroes are needed,
so heroes get made"
Somebody made a bet,
somebody paid
The cool desert morning
and nothing to save
Just metal and plastic
where your body caved
The slow games of poker
with Lieutenant Ray
In the ward with the blue walls,
a sea with no name
Where you lie adrift with the heroes
of the devil's arcade
You sleep and you dream,
your buddies Charlie and James
And wake with a thick desert
dust on your skin
[Instrumental]
Voice says "don't worry, I'm here
Just whisper the word tomorrow in my ear"
House on a quiet street, a home for the brave
A glorious kingdom with the sun on your face
Rising from a long night as dark as the grave
On a thin chain of next moments and something like faith
On a morning to order a breakfast to make
A bed draped in sunshine, a body that waits
For the touch of your fingers, the end of the day
The beat of your heart, the beat of your heart
The beat of your heart, the beat of your heart
The beat of your heart, the beat of her heart
The beat of your heart, the slow burning away
Of the bitter fires of the devil's arcade
we dug up your gun
The worms in the barrel,
the hanging sun
Those first nervous evenings
of perfume and gin
The lost smell on your breath
as I helped you get it in
The rush of your lips,
the feel of your name
The beat in your heart,
the devil's arcade
You said "Heroes are needed,
so heroes get made"
Somebody made a bet,
somebody paid
The cool desert morning
and nothing to save
Just metal and plastic
where your body caved
The slow games of poker
with Lieutenant Ray
In the ward with the blue walls,
a sea with no name
Where you lie adrift with the heroes
of the devil's arcade
You sleep and you dream,
your buddies Charlie and James
And wake with a thick desert
dust on your skin
[Instrumental]
Voice says "don't worry, I'm here
Just whisper the word tomorrow in my ear"
House on a quiet street, a home for the brave
A glorious kingdom with the sun on your face
Rising from a long night as dark as the grave
On a thin chain of next moments and something like faith
On a morning to order a breakfast to make
A bed draped in sunshine, a body that waits
For the touch of your fingers, the end of the day
The beat of your heart, the beat of your heart
The beat of your heart, the beat of your heart
The beat of your heart, the beat of her heart
The beat of your heart, the slow burning away
Of the bitter fires of the devil's arcade
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