The coming

by libby   Nov 20, 2005


Horray for more songs...

I'm burning diamonds tonight
I write my songs by their light
These pretty things thrown in the fire
All of this has made me so tired, so

Destroy
Object of beauty, we don't need them
Tear down
All that you thought and your old ideas
This is the coming of a new and different kind
My only hope is that we made it in time

I'm ripping silk into shreds
I'd just as soon wear rags instead
Cause I don't care what you say
I'm going to do it all my way

Destroy
Objects of beauty, we don't need them
Tear down
All that you thought and your old ideas
This is the coming of a new and different kind
My only hope is that we made it in time

I'm throwing these pearls away
There's nothing that you can say
To convince me that these material things
Are important, they don't mean a thing, so

Destroy
Objects of beauty, we don't need them
Tear down
All that you thought and your old ideas
This is the coming of a new and different kind
My only hope is that we made it in time

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