Diamonds & Roses

Gone are the days of the ivory towers
Butterfly kisses and analog flowers
Wandering eyes watching over the trees
Screaming internally

There you are
With those Jezabelle eyes
There you are
Not a cloud in your skies
There you are
At a hundred degrees
Singing diamonds and roses
And everything's golden
But that doesn't matter to me

Love letters written with programmed affection
Poisonous whispers and data collection
The Garden of Eden, Guantanamo bay
Hanging on holy days

There you are
With those Jezabelle eyes
There you are
Not a cloud in your skies
There you are
At a hundred degrees
Singing diamonds and roses
And everything's golden
But that doesn't matter to me

Oh, Who was I
To twist the knife?
Out in the darkness
With my alibi

There you are
With those Jezabelle eyes
There you are
Not a cloud in your skies
There you are
At a hundred degrees
Singing diamonds and roses
And everything's golden
But that doesn't matter to me