Love Itself

Bruce Springsteen - Life Itself



We met down in the valley, where the wine of love and destruction flows

There in that curve of darkness where flowers of temptation grow

I left the rest for the others it was you and nothing else

You felt so good to me baby, as good as life itself



You were life itself, rushing over me

Life itself, the wind in the black elms

Life itself, in your heart and in your eyes

I can't make it without you



I knew you were in trouble, anyone could tell

You carried your little black book from which all your secrets fell

You squandered all your riches, your, your beauty and your wealth

Like you had no further use for, for life itself



You were life itself, rushing over me

Life itself, the wind in the black elms

Life itself, in your heart and in your eyes

I can't make it without you



Why are things that we treasure most slip