You told me you'd show me
Where you hid the diamonds
Between those golden teeth
And that silvery tongue
I never knew
What was precious to you
Your too cruel and to kind
You told me you'd give me reason to get out of bed
Every morning I'm woken by the rattle of someone who's dead
But I'll carry your ghost in my arms in my ears if you tell me what I need to hear
But your too cruel and too kind
Your too cruel to be kind
