I'll Work For Your Love. Pour me a drink Theresa in one of those glasses you dust off. And I'll watch the bones in your back like the stations of the cross. 'Round your hair the sun lifts a halo at your lips a crown of thorns. Whatever the deal's going down to this one I'm sworn. I'll work for your love dear. I'll work for your love. What others may want for free. I'll work for your love. The dust of civilizations and love's sweet remains. Slip off of your fingers and come drifting down like rain. The pages of Revelation lie open in your empty eyes of blue. I watch you slip that comb through your hair and this I promise you. I'll work for your love dear. I'll work for your love. What others may want for free. I'll work for your love. [Instrumental]. Well tears they fill the rosary at your feet my temple of bones. Here in this perdition we go on and on. Now I see your pieces crumbled and our book of faith's been tossed. And I'm just down here searching for my own piece of the cross. In the late afternoon sun fills the room with a mist in the garden before the fall. I watch your hands smooth the front of your blouse and seven drops of blood fall. I'll work for your love dear. I'll work for your love. What others may want for free. I'll work for your love. What others may want for free. I'll work for your love. What others may want for free. I'll work for your love