Songtexte Farewell Party - Bruce Springsteen

She wrote, a 48-panhead hard tail
First time I've seen her, she was skidding over better names
Skinned needlessly, bloomed three roses
We held a farewell party at the station
And in the hour of her transfiguration

It was the fifth of the key
Bouquet of azaleas
And we all dream of a life somewhere
Untouched by our failures

We mixed our blood together in the sand
Find a little house down off the canyon
Slept from the bed of scarred spirits twisted bones

I looked a little like it was a disease
I came crawling on my knees, baby
'Til you had me waist deep and sinking in your river of dark
You changed your name and your face appear
Your fears find you up

You come like old ghosts in the night
Lead us away from our own blessed blood
Strip away the love our darkness fades
Wave us with nothing, but blood and skin beneath, I ran

Now, I got you boarded up two kicks and just dogs
Rushing out beneath the canopy of empty stars
And all I'm thinking of is you, babe

The loose three rows has come back to me again
Like you mean what it might have been
Pushing out past the desert forest
Let us fall, when the mist gets us rushing over the hilltop
Straight into my own bones