there\'s diamonds in your eyes
that I can see
across the the room
we\'re as free
as we are beautiful.
echoing the tension
all the way
from backstage.
you never stay,
or should I say...
you\'re made up of ash
from a cigarette,
and I of porcelain.
every word that I\'ll regret,
life is so plain.
take me in your arms,
help me to see stars
hallelujah!
how old are you again?
not that I could care,
take me to mars.