Texty: Antje Duvekot. Diamond On Your Hand.

You've been following your compass, putting in your two cents
Still feel like you're walking in a shoebox, mapping out a dead end
In the uncharted countries out on ecstacy's borders
You have seen the reflections
There's laughter in your cities, lightbulbs in your attics
Stand against the darkness of the outback, the darkness of the road
In the depths of your dreaming, in the cracks in the ceiling
You have seen the revealing

What if the diamond on your hand
Was just a common ten cent ring?
What if your ice castles melt down to water?
What if your great walls remained
As little more than cellophane
At the end of the day?

When you move out of the desert everything changes
Back then you had no regard for all that you came with
Now the sun is setting on the unmoved faces
Of your own congregation

What if the diamond on your hand
Was just a common ten cent ring?
What if your ice castles melt down to water?
What if your great walls remained
As little more than cellophane
At the end of the day?

Still no rockabye
Sing out your lullabye
Cause you will never know why
Your truth is your brother's lie

What if the diamond on your hand
Was just a common ten cent ring
What if your ice castles melt down to water
What if all your matches burn down
To your fingertips without
Ever lighting a fire?
What if your great walls remained
As little more than cellophane
At the end of the, end of the, end of the day?