| You're a diamond stone, | |
| overthrowing kings, | |
| while I'm on the gallows. | |
| You've gathered flowers, | |
| from the broken tree, | |
| with a few last dollars, | |
| I went all in... again. | |
| Why is every cover, | |
| that hides their wreck below. | |
| When you gonna run to the fire? | |
| Are gonna love through the war? | |
| When you gonna know I'm liar? | |
| When you gonna want a little more? | |
| You bring me shade, | |
| 'cause I just got burned, | |
| and I cannot shake it. | |
| Will you hold me up? | |
| 'Cause it's all the Earth | |
| and the water's wasted. | |
| The wind has blown me down. | |
| When you gonna run to the fire? | |
| Are gonna love through the war? | |
| When you gonna know I'm liar? | |
| When you gonna want a little more. | |
| Ooooo | |
| Ooooo | |
| Ooooo... |