I'll be damned! here comes your ghost again,
but that's not unusual,
it's just that the moon is full
and you decided to call,
And here I sit, hand on the telephone,
hearing the voice I'd known
a couple of light years ago,
headed straight for a fall...
{R}but (well), we both know
what memories can bring;
they bring diamonds and rust.
Now you're standing all around
with snow in your hair.
Now we're looking out the window
of that crummy hotel
over Washington Square.
Our breath comes out white clouds,
mingles and hangs in the air...
Speaking strictly for me,
we both could've died then and there...
Now you're telling me you're not nostalgic;
then give me another word for it,
you who're so good with words
and at keeping things vague.
'Cause I need some of that vagueness now,
It's all come back too clearly.
Oh, I loved you dearly...
And if you're offering me diamonds and rust,...{R/}
Diamonds, diamonds and rust...
I don't want no more
Diamonds, diamonds and rust.
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