Текст песни Bruce Springsteen - The Fuse
Bruce Springsteen - The Fuse слова песни
Down at the court house theyre ringin the flag downLong black line of cars snakin slow through townRed sheets snappin on the lineWith this ring will you be mineThe fuse is burning(shut out the lights)The fuse is burning(come on let me do you right)Trees on fire with the first falls frostLong black line in front of holy crossBlood moon risin in a sky of black dustTell me baby who do you trust? The fuse is burning(shut out the lights)The fuse is burning(come on let me do you right)Tires on the highway hissin somethings comingYou can feel the wires in the tree tops bumminDevils on the horizon lineYour kiss and Im aliveA quiet afternoon, an empty houseOn the edge of your bed you slip off your blouseThe room is burning with the noon sunYour bittersweet taste on my tongueThe fuse is burning(shut out the lights)The fuse is burning(come on let me do you right)