Bruce Springsteen - The Fuse

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Down at the court house they're ringing the flag down
Long black line of cars snaking slow through town
Red sheets snapping 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 fall's frost
Long black line in front of Holy Cross
Blood moon rising 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

Tyres on the highway hissing something's coming
You can feel the wires in the tree tops humming
Devil's on the horizon line
Your kiss and I'm alive

Quiet afternoon, an empty house
On the edge of 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
The fuse is burning, shut out the lights
The fuse is burning, come on let me do you right
The fuse is burning, the fuse is burning
The fuse is burning, the fuse is burning