The Fuse

Down at the courthouse they’re bringin’ the flag down
Long black line of cars snakin’ slow through town
Red sheets snappin’ 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 first fall’s frost
Long black line front of Holy Cross
Blood moon risin’ in a sky 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

Tires on the highway hissin’; something’s come
feel the wires and the tree tops hummin’
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} (x2)

The fuse is burning… (x7)


Bruce Springsteen
The Rising
Release: 2002
Lyrics: Springsteen
Music: Springsteen
Updated: May 21, 2007 — 3:33 pm

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