When the tape runs out, the music keeps playing
And when the walls come down, it's still hard to cross the line
And 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
And when you start afresh, you still think of days gone by
And 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 diamond
