Every time you wake, dreams come tumbling down. The careless love you take, Im just another face in the crowd. Your forgetful eyes keep driftin. Am I ever going to catch them now?.
Diamonds are forever, but people are more like little flowers. Diamonds are forever, but people are more like little flowers. Growing in the crash of the loud traffic noise of desperate western relationships.
Here we go. . Diamonds are forever. But people are more like little flowers. Diamonds are forever. But people are more like little flowers. . Growing in the crash of the loud traffic noise.