Lyrics: 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 sorrow, 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 cigarette 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 sorrow, 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
Lyrics:
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 sorrow, 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 cigarette 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 sorrow, 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
Dave apparently hates this song
H oW
WHAT when did he say that
Wavey davey is wrong for that
Dang it's my favourite from his unreleased stuff besides Golden Lime :,)
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