| Song | A Thousand Diamond Rings |
| Artist | The Handsome Family |
| Album | Honey Moon |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Sparks, Sparks | |
| A smashed windshield, the dust on a pickup truck | |
| Shine with silver secrets in the Albuquerque sun | |
| The light makes jewels of pawn shops and drive-thru banks | |
| Wrinkled faces staring out the windows of the laundromat | |
| And even the broken glass scattered in the street | |
| Shines like a thousand diamond rings | |
| Neon above the old motels | |
| Warehouse stores and strip malls, houses sprawled across the hills | |
| The sunset's a bird with wings made out of fire | |
| Parking lots turn to gold as it glides across the sky | |
| And every night from 6:00 to 6:05 | |
| The desert dirt shimmers like a sea of watermelon light | |
| Even the broken glass shattered in the street | |
| Shines like a thousand diamond rings |
| zuo qu : Sparks, Sparks | |
| A smashed windshield, the dust on a pickup truck | |
| Shine with silver secrets in the Albuquerque sun | |
| The light makes jewels of pawn shops and drivethru banks | |
| Wrinkled faces staring out the windows of the laundromat | |
| And even the broken glass scattered in the street | |
| Shines like a thousand diamond rings | |
| Neon above the old motels | |
| Warehouse stores and strip malls, houses sprawled across the hills | |
| The sunset' s a bird with wings made out of fire | |
| Parking lots turn to gold as it glides across the sky | |
| And every night from 6: 00 to 6: 05 | |
| The desert dirt shimmers like a sea of watermelon light | |
| Even the broken glass shattered in the street | |
| Shines like a thousand diamond rings |
| zuò qǔ : Sparks, Sparks | |
| A smashed windshield, the dust on a pickup truck | |
| Shine with silver secrets in the Albuquerque sun | |
| The light makes jewels of pawn shops and drivethru banks | |
| Wrinkled faces staring out the windows of the laundromat | |
| And even the broken glass scattered in the street | |
| Shines like a thousand diamond rings | |
| Neon above the old motels | |
| Warehouse stores and strip malls, houses sprawled across the hills | |
| The sunset' s a bird with wings made out of fire | |
| Parking lots turn to gold as it glides across the sky | |
| And every night from 6: 00 to 6: 05 | |
| The desert dirt shimmers like a sea of watermelon light | |
| Even the broken glass shattered in the street | |
| Shines like a thousand diamond rings |