They were hiding behind hay bales They were planting in the full moon They had given all they had For something new But the light of day was on them
that you were here Down amongst the dust I need someone to help me Yeah, I need someone to trust There's something in these tears Turning me to rust
Hell and back, the beginning in between till the end of time All that shines turns to rust All that stands in time turns to rust
Be my Druidess Be my everything Be my Druidess Be mine Around the pyre a circle of thirteen Throughout these woods, ecstatic screams I look deeply into
Yeah I think she's falling out of love Yeah I think she's falling out of love Yeah I think she's falling out of love Yeah I think she's falling out of
My cinnamon girl My cinnamon girl I want to live with a cinnamon girl I could be happy the rest of my life with her A dreamer of pictures, I run in
Now like a bird she flew away To chase her dreams of books and praise Still I miss her, yeah I miss her, since she's gone At JFK, who played the fool
A swollen sun melting in the horizon Between the sheets where I wait for her to come A living flame, impossible to resist Burning me deep with every
Spring won't come, the need of strife to struggle To be freed from hard ground The evenings mists that creep and crawl Will drench me in dew and so drown
Hey Bacchus She hates me Hey Bacchus She hates me Hey Bacchus She hates me Hey Bacchus She hates me The street lamps light a wet old red hook road A
It's no secret we're close As sweaty velcro Like latex, fur and feathers Stuck together now In their '62 'vette Sharing one cigarette In a black light
Wake up, it's Christmas mourn Those loved have long since gone The stockings are hung but who cares Preserved for those no longer there Six feet beneath
alleviate the pain Unholy water Sanguine addiction Those silver bullets A last blood benediction It is her moon time When there's iron in the air A rusted
calling from? A booth in the Midwest Thirty years ago I bought you some cuff links You brought me something And we both know what memories can bring They bring diamonds and rust
are you calling from? A booth in the northwest Ten years ago I gave you some cufflinks You brought me something We both know what memory can bring It brings diamonds and rust
shine, you know (We used to shine, how love rusts) (We used to shine, how love rusts) (We used to shine, how love rusts) (We used to shine, how love rusts
child witht the scars prevent to grow Sweet denial I caress Dislike myself, so now I know why this broken thorn You bring me rain, the rust in veins
bring Diamonds and Rust Yes we both know what memories can bring They bring Diamonds and Rust Diamonds, Diamonds and Rust Diamonds, Diamonds and Rust Diamonds, Diamonds and Rust Diamonds, Diamonds and Rust
