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 the deal´s going 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 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 youI´ll work for your love dear
I´ll work for your love
What others may want for free
I´ll work for your love