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