Sometimes your begging, your borrowing can make it worse on yourself when you steal And it comes with your life and you can't put your pearl to your lips while his lips stun your eyes with a smile And you sit in the car, put some tunes And the silver-struck butterflies fly from his heart, oh they bloom from his heart, oh they burst from his heart He's a diamond in the mine, but he's trapped behind the ice Dreams will shake your bed at night Through the cellar tanks and tiles And to you a cup of song and snowflakes of gold And lambs will lick your toes in the fields of marigolds Swing from willow trees and the doom from that'll ease Through the red haze of the Sun, you could be my little one He sits on the small leather couch with a grip on your cairn with his June silhouette blackened nails You sit at his feet with your head on his knee like a dusty dying chandelier Oh He's a diamond in the mine, but he's trapped behind the ice Dreams will shake your bed at night Through the cellar tanks and tiles And to you a cup of song and snowflakes of gold And lambs will lick your toes in the fields of marigolds Swing from willow trees and the doom from that'll ease Through the red haze of the Sun, you could be my little one