So do you know I'm a dancer now?
With red painted lips, and a Jezebel crown?
So have you heard I'm a singer now?
With reliquary eyes, and a diadem frown?
But I look for you,
in the diamond trees,
in a highway divine,
deliver me.
Your father died,
A month ago,
And he scattered his ashes,
in the snow
And oh, my lonely diamond heart,
It misses you so well.
And oh, my lonely diamond heart,
It misses you, oh well.
I had a man in every town,
And I thought of you each time
When I tore off my gown.
Changes have come,
And I cannot recall
The shape of your face,
Through the winters and falls.
But I look for you,
In the traffic seas,
In the bars I'm always frequenting.
Your father died,
Some months ago,
And we scattered his ashes,
In the snow
Oh,
the days are the hardest hours of the year
Oh,
the days are the hardest hours of the year
Oh,
the days are the hardest hours of the year
And oh, my lonely diamond heart,
It misses you my dear.
She gave me a bird,
Made out of clay,
So I never will forget her.
And he gave me a book,
Made out of wood,
To fasten all the emblems.
She gave me a bird,
Made out of clay,
So I never will forget her.
And oh, my lonely diamond heart,
It misses you so well.
And oh, my lonely diamond heart,
It misses you, oh well.
Corrections:
So do you know I'm a dancer now? With red painted lips, and a Jezebel crown? So have you heard I'm a singer now? With reliquary eyes, and a diadem frown?
But I look for you, in the diamond trees, in a highway divine, deliver me. Your father died, A month ago, And he scattered his ashes, in the snow
And oh, my lonely diamond heart, It misses you so well. And oh, my lonely diamond heart, It misses you, oh well.
I had a man in every town, And I thought of you each time When I tore off my gown. Changes have come, And I cannot recall The shape of your face, Through the winters and falls.
But I look for you, In the traffic seas, In the bars I'm always frequenting. Your father died, Some months ago, And we scattered his ashes, In the snow
Oh, the days are the hardest hours of the year Oh, the days are the hardest hours of the year Oh, the days are the hardest hours of the year
And oh, my lonely diamond heart, It misses you my dear.
She gave me a bird, Made out of clay, So I never will forget her. And he gave me a book, Made out of wood, To fasten all the emblems. She gave me a bird, Made out of clay, So I never will forget her.
And oh, my lonely diamond heart, It misses you so well. And oh, my lonely diamond heart, It misses you, oh well.