Devil's Arcade - Bruce Springsteen

Remember a morning

We dug up your gun

Four rooms in a barrel

A hanging sun

Those first nervous evenings

Of Perfume and gin

They’ll all smell on your breath

As I helped you get in The rush of your lips

The feel of your nails

The beat of your heart

The Devil’s Arcade

You said «Here are the needy-

so here it’ll 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

and 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 dream

your buddies Charlie and Jin

and wake with the fake desert dust

on your skin

Voice says «Don't worry

I’m here

Just whisper the word tomorrow

in my ear»

House on a quiet street

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 sheet, the 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 (X 7)

The slow burning away

Love’s bitter fires

of the Devil’s Arcade