The Fuse - Bruce Springsteen

Down at the court house theyre ringin the flag down

Long black line of cars snakin slow through town

Red sheets snappin on the line

With this ring will you be mine

The 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 frost

Long black line in front of holy cross

Blood moon risin in a sky of black dust

Tell 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 coming

You can feel the wires in the tree tops bummin

Devils on the horizon line

Your kiss and Im alive

A quiet afternoon, an empty house

On the edge of your bed you slip off your blouse

The room is burning with the noon sun

Your bittersweet taste on my tongue

The fuse is burning

(shut out the lights)

The fuse is burning

(come on let me do you right)