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
[ Bruce Springsteen Lyrics are found on www.songlyrics.com ]
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