Bruce Springsteen - Life itself

We ^Bmmet down in the^G valley, where t^D/F#he wine of love and^A destruct^Bmion ^Gflo^D/F#wed ^A The^Bmre in that curve of ^Gdarkness wh^D/F#ere flowers of temp^Atation gr^Bmow ^{G D/F# A} I left the ^Bmrest for the^G others it wa^D/F#s you and nothin^Ag else ^{Bm G D/F# A} Bm G D/F# A Y^Gou ^D/F#felt s^Ao good to me baby, good as life itself

You were life its^Emelf, ru^F#mshing over^G me Life its^Emelf, the wi^F#mnd in black e^Glms Life its^Emelf, in your h^F#meart and in your e^Gyes ^GI can't make it without you ^{Bm G D/F# A}

I k^Bmnew you were in trou^Gble, anyone^D/F# could tell ^{A Bm G D/F# A} You^Bm carried your little^G black book^D/F# from which all you^Ar secrets^Bm fel^Gl ^{D/F# A} You^Bm squandered all your^G riches, yo^D/F#ur love, your beaut^Ay and you^Bmr we^Galt^D/F#h ^A Lik^Bme you had no further^G use for, f^D/F#or life itself ^{A Bm G D/F# A}

You were life its^Emelf, ru^F#mshing over^G me Life its^Emelf, the wi^F#mnd in black e^Glms Life its^Emelf, in your h^F#meart and in your e^Gyes ^GI can't make it without you ^{Bm G D/F# A}

Why^Bm do the things that ^Gwe treasure^D/F# most slip away in ^Atime ^{Bm G D/F# A} Til^Bml to the music we gr^Gow deaf and^D/F# to God's beauty bl^Aind ^{Bm G D/F# A} Why^Bm do the things that ^Gconnect us ^D/F#slowly pull us apar^At ^{Bm G D/F# A} Til^Bml we fall away in ou^Gr own darkn^D/F#ess, stranger to ou^Ar own hea^Bmrts ^{G D/F# A}

And to life itsel^Emf, rush^F#ming over m^Ge Life its^Emelf, the wi^F#mnd in black e^Glms Life its^Emelf, in your h^F#meart and in your e^Gyes ^GI can't make it without you ^{Bm G D/F# A}

So here's one for the ro^Emad H^F#mere's one to your hea^Glth

And to life it^Emself, r^F#mushing ove^Gr me Life its^Emelf, the wi^F#mnd in black e^Glms Life its^Emelf, in your h^F#meart and in your e^Gyes ^GI can't make it without you ^{Bm G D/F# A}