Testo He'd be a diamond BEVIS FROND (THE)

He'd be a diamond

When the tape runs out, the music keeps playing
When the walls come down, it's still hard to cross the line
When his love is gone, he says he still needs her
And he wants to let you know that if he had his chance again
He'd be a diamond

When you dab your eyes, the tears keep on falling
And when you blow your nose, it still gets blocked up and runs
And though you feel like shit, he says you look beautiful
And he swears by all the saints that if he had his chance again
He'd be a diamond

Is he lying to get what he wants
Or does he mean it this time?
Is he running low on affection,
And beer and dope,
And an ironing board,
And an unpaid analyst who shags?

When you turn your back, you still see what's behind you
When you start afresh, you still think of days gone by
When a heart is broken, it still goes on pumping
And he told me just last night that if he had his chance again
He'd be a diamond