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Pour me a drink Theresa in one of those glasses you dust off
And IŽll watch the bones in your back like the stations of the cross
ŽRound your hair the sun lifts a halo, at your lips a crown of thorns
Whatever the dealŽs going down, to this one IŽm sworn
IŽll work for your love dear
IŽll work for your love
What others may want for free
IŽll work for your love
The dust of civilizations and loveŽs 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
IŽll work for your love dear
IŽll work for your love
What others may want for free
IŽll 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 faithŽs been tossed
And IŽm 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
IŽll work for your love dear
IŽll work for your love
What others may want for free
IŽll work for your love
What others may want for free
IŽll work for your love
What others may want for free
IŽll work for your love