American Beauty de Bruce Springsteen

Everything in your shadow turns to vapour
(?) pierce my heart like it was paper
Radio's crackling with the headlines
Sun upon your shoulder, wind's in the phone line
American beauty will you be mine
Out on this highway counting white lines

I remember last summer drifting through our eyes
We're in the high grass, my finger in your hemline
Boot heels click clacking (?) when you shine
(?) blue sky (?) sweet (?)
American beauty wherever you'd sigh
Out on this highway counting white lines

(?) comes your breath pledging your time
All things we carry shining skylines
(?)
(?) shining halo, your tears pierce my heart
American beauty (?)
Out on this highway counting white lines