Bruce Springsteen - Life Itself

Life Itself

We met down in the valley,
where the wine of love
and destruction flows
There in that curve of darkness
where flowers of temptation grow
I left the rest for the others
it was you and nothing else
You felt so good to me baby,
as good as life itself

You were life itself,
rushing over me
Life itself,
the wind in the black elms
Life itself,
in your heart and in your eyes
I can't make it without you

I knew you were in trouble,
anyone could tell
You carried your little black book
from which all your secrets fell
You squandered all your riches,
your, your beauty and your wealth
Like you had no further use for,
for life itself

You were life itself,
rushing over me
Life itself,
the wind in the black elms
Life itself,
in your heart and in your eyes
I can't make it without you

Why are things that we treasure
most slip away in time
’Til to the music we grow deaf
and to god's beauty blind
Why do the things that connect us
slowly pull us apart

'Til we fall away
in our own darkness
Stranger to our own hearts
And to life itself,
rushing over me
Life itself,
the wind in the black elms

Life itself,
in your heart and in your eyes
I can't make it without you
So here's one for the road
Here's one to your health

And to life itself,
rushing over me
Life itself,
the wind in the black elms
Life itself,
in your heart and in your eyes
I can't make it without you

Life itself
Life itself
Life itself
Life itself