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
Holydays are the hardest hours of the year
Holydays are the hardest hours of the year
Holydays 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.