Sometimes your begging, your borrowing can make it worse on yourself when you steal
And it comes with your life and you can't put your pearl to your lips while his lips stun your eyes with a smile
And you sit in the car, put some tunes
And the silver-struck butterflies fly from his heart, oh they bloom from his heart, oh they burst from his heart
He's a diamond in the mine, but he's trapped behind the ice
Dreams will shake your bed at night
Through the cellar tanks and tiles
And to you a cup of song and snowflakes of gold
And lambs will lick your toes in the fields of marigolds
Swing from willow trees and the doom from that'll ease
Through the red haze of the Sun, you could be my little one
He sits on the small leather couch with a grip on your cairn with his June silhouette blackened nails
You sit at his feet with your head on his knee like a dusty dying chandelier
Oh
He's a diamond in the mine, but he's trapped behind the ice
Dreams will shake your bed at night
Through the cellar tanks and tiles
And to you a cup of song and snowflakes of gold
And lambs will lick your toes in the fields of marigolds
Swing from willow trees and the doom from that'll ease
Through the red haze of the Sun, you could be my little one
