Testo For You - The Format
Testo della canzone For You (The Format), tratta dall'album B-Sides and Rarities
Princess cut, she sends me with her regard
Oh, ballroom as sham vacancy
To see her you gotta look hard
Wounded deep in battle
I stand stuffed like some soldier undaunted
To her Cheshire smile I'll stand on fire
She's all I ever wanted
But you let your blue walls get in the way of these facts
Honey, get your carpetbaggers off my back
You wouldn't even give me time to cover my tracks
Saying, "Here's your mirror and your ball and jack"
But they're not what I came for
And I'm sure you see that too
I came for you, for you, I came for you
But you did not need my urgency
I came for you, for you, I came for you
But your life was one long emergency
And the cloudline urged me
And my electric surge is free
Climb into my ambulance
Your pulse is getting weak
Oh, reveal yourself all now to me, girl
While you've got the chance to speak
'Cause they're waiting for you at Bellevue
With their oxygen mask
I could give it all to you now
If only you could ask
But don't call for your surgeon
Even he says it's too late
It's not your lungs this time
It's your heart that holds your fate
Well, don't give me my money, honey
I don't want it back
You and your pony face and your Union Jack
Well, take your local joker and teach him how to act
'Cause I swore I was never that way
Even when I really cracked
Didn't you think I knew that you were born
With the power of a locomotive
Able to leap tall buildings in a single bound
And your Chelsea suicide with no apparent motive
You could laugh and cry in a single sound
Oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
And your strength is devastating
In the face of all these odds
Remember how I kept you waiting
When it was my turn to be the god?
You were not quite half so proud
When I found you broken on the beach
Oh, remember how I poured salt on your tongue
And I kissed without a leech
As the band played the homecoming theme
As I caressed your cheek
Oh, that ragged jacket and that loose shoe
Still makes me like a leech
But that medal you wore on your chest
Always got in the way
Like a little girl without a trophy
So soften my way
And the voltage I give to catch your ear
Tune to the roar
It's a metal-tempered engine
On that alien distant shore
And now you've left to wander
By a reason that's walking with a horn
It's not that old screw mouth
Can you even have a horn?
It's not the memory just stretched out on the floor
'Cause I've broken all your windows
And I've rammed through all your doors
And who am I to tell you to lick my sore?
And you should see that too
I came for you, for you, I came for you
But you did not need my urgency
I came for you, for you, I came for you
But your life was one long emergency
And the cloudline urged me
And my electric surge is free
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Writer(s): Bruce Springsteen
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