Time was abandoned,
so we mine for the diamonds,
you might miss me, miss me.
Come back so I can be the one,
or be the one to leave.
Oh, to leave you...
Oh, should have been saving up for years of drought,
but all I can think is oh...
how, you've got me gone...
I'll sing the dirge while we waltz to the edge of the battlefield, we're on fire.
One foot dangling off the edge,
but oh, the dreams, oh, those dreams...
Oh, should have been saving up for years of drought,
but all I can think is oh...
how, you've got me gone...