You're a diamond stone,
over a throne of the king,
while I'm on a gallows.
You've got the flowers,
from the broken tree,
with a few last daughters,
and I'm old in with a king.
Why is every cover,
that hides their wreck below.
When you gonna run to the fire.
Are gonna love to the one.
When you gonna know I'm liar.
When you gonna won little more.
You bring me shape,
cause it's just got burned,
I can not shaken.
When you hold me up,
cause it's all the Earth
and the water wasted.
The wind is blown me down.
When you gonna run to the fire.
Are gonna love to the one.
When you gonna know I'm liar.
When you gonna won little more.
Ooooo
Ooooo
Ooooo...
