Bruce Springsteen
American Beauty
Everything in your shadow turns to vapor
You pierce my heart like it was paper
Radio's crackling with the headlines
Something on your shoulder, winds in the phone line
American beauty, will you be mine?
Out on this highway counting white lines
Hot and bloody summer, drifting blue eyes
We're in the high grass, I finger your hemline
Boot heels click-clacking, honey, when you shine
Autumn blue skies, hair sweet as the southern pines
American beauty, forever in time
Out on this highway counting white lines
Your hand cups your breast, pledging your time
Things we carried, shining skylines
Falling sparrow, sky torn apart
Dark shining arrow, your kiss pierces my heart
American beauty, forever mine
Out on this highway counting white lines