| 歌曲 | Diamond Heart |
| 歌手 | Marissa Nadler |
| 专辑 | Song 3: Bird On The Water |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| So do you know I’m a dancer now | |
| With red painted lips, and a jezebel crown | |
| So have you heard, I’m a singer now | |
| With reliquary eyes, and a diadem frown | |
| But I look for you | |
| In the diamond trees | |
| And the highway divine | |
| Deliver me | |
| Your father died | |
| A month ago | |
| And he scattered his ashes | |
| In the snow | |
| But oh my lonely diamond heart | |
| It misses you so well | |
| Oh my lonely diamond heart | |
| It misses you oh well | |
| I had a man in every town | |
| And I thought of you each time | |
| I tore off my gown | |
| Changes have come | |
| And I cannot recall | |
| The shape of your face | |
| Through the winters and falls | |
| But I look for you | |
| In the traffic seas | |
| And the bars I’m always frequenting | |
| Your father died | |
| Some months ago | |
| And we scattered his ashes | |
| In the snow | |
| Holidays are the hardest hours of the year | |
| Holidays are the hardest hours of the year | |
| Holidays are the hardest hours of the year | |
| And oh my lonely diamond heart | |
| It misses you my dear | |
| She gave me a bird | |
| Made out of clay | |
| So I never will forget her | |
| And he gave me a book | |
| Made out of wood | |
| To fasten all | |
| The emblems | |
| She gave me a bird | |
| Made out of clay | |
| So I never will forget her | |
| But oh my lonely diamond heart | |
| It misses you so well | |
| And oh my lonely diamond heart | |
| It misses you oh well |
| So do you know I' m a dancer now | |
| With red painted lips, and a jezebel crown | |
| So have you heard, I' m a singer now | |
| With reliquary eyes, and a diadem frown | |
| But I look for you | |
| In the diamond trees | |
| And the highway divine | |
| Deliver me | |
| Your father died | |
| A month ago | |
| And he scattered his ashes | |
| In the snow | |
| But oh my lonely diamond heart | |
| It misses you so well | |
| Oh my lonely diamond heart | |
| It misses you oh well | |
| I had a man in every town | |
| And I thought of you each time | |
| I tore off my gown | |
| Changes have come | |
| And I cannot recall | |
| The shape of your face | |
| Through the winters and falls | |
| But I look for you | |
| In the traffic seas | |
| And the bars I' m always frequenting | |
| Your father died | |
| Some months ago | |
| And we scattered his ashes | |
| In the snow | |
| Holidays are the hardest hours of the year | |
| Holidays are the hardest hours of the year | |
| Holidays are the hardest hours of the year | |
| And oh my lonely diamond heart | |
| It misses you my dear | |
| She gave me a bird | |
| Made out of clay | |
| So I never will forget her | |
| And he gave me a book | |
| Made out of wood | |
| To fasten all | |
| The emblems | |
| She gave me a bird | |
| Made out of clay | |
| So I never will forget her | |
| But oh my lonely diamond heart | |
| It misses you so well | |
| And oh my lonely diamond heart | |
| It misses you oh well |
| So do you know I' m a dancer now | |
| With red painted lips, and a jezebel crown | |
| So have you heard, I' m a singer now | |
| With reliquary eyes, and a diadem frown | |
| But I look for you | |
| In the diamond trees | |
| And the highway divine | |
| Deliver me | |
| Your father died | |
| A month ago | |
| And he scattered his ashes | |
| In the snow | |
| But oh my lonely diamond heart | |
| It misses you so well | |
| Oh my lonely diamond heart | |
| It misses you oh well | |
| I had a man in every town | |
| And I thought of you each time | |
| I tore off my gown | |
| Changes have come | |
| And I cannot recall | |
| The shape of your face | |
| Through the winters and falls | |
| But I look for you | |
| In the traffic seas | |
| And the bars I' m always frequenting | |
| Your father died | |
| Some months ago | |
| And we scattered his ashes | |
| In the snow | |
| Holidays are the hardest hours of the year | |
| Holidays are the hardest hours of the year | |
| Holidays are the hardest hours of the year | |
| And oh my lonely diamond heart | |
| It misses you my dear | |
| She gave me a bird | |
| Made out of clay | |
| So I never will forget her | |
| And he gave me a book | |
| Made out of wood | |
| To fasten all | |
| The emblems | |
| She gave me a bird | |
| Made out of clay | |
| So I never will forget her | |
| But oh my lonely diamond heart | |
| It misses you so well | |
| And oh my lonely diamond heart | |
| It misses you oh well |