Bruce Springsteen - My City Of Ruins |
Bruce Springsteen MY CITY OF RUINS on the cold dark ground There's a blood red circle and the rain is falling down I can hear the organ's song The church doors blown open But the congregation's gone My city of ruins My city of ruins drift through the evening trees Now the sweet veils of mercy Young men on the corner like scattered leaves The bordered up windows The hustlers and thieves While my brother's down on his knees My city of ruins My city of ruins darling where we slept Come on rise up! Come on rise up! Now there's tears on the pillow and you took my heart when you left without your sweet kiss my soul is lost, my friend Now tell me how do I begin again? Now with these hands My city's in ruins My city's in ruins with these hands I pray Lord for the strength Lord with these hands for the faith Lord with these hands I pray Lord with these hands with these hands for the strength Lord with these hands for the faith Lord Come on rise up! Rise upCome on rise up! |
