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
What others may want for free
I'll work for your
What others may want for free
I'll work for your love