| Not everyone sees the things you see |
| The lightning between the trees |
| Not everyone tastes the things you taste |
| The salt in being wicked, the sugar on your knees |
| So don’t you dare lose faith |
| Hang your boots on the nail |
| Turn yourself into a man in uniform |
| 'Cause this sorry old world needs diamonds like you |
| Darling, you’re a diamond through and through |
| Darling, you’re a diamond true |
| For every heart that’s true |
| There’s a thousand hungry ghosts |
| Passing through each other on the street |
| And for everyone that sees |
| No on ever wins the war |
| There’s an army marching blindfold to the beat |
| Don’t you dare to turn cold |
| Throw your towel in the rain |
| Drink the water from the well and fall asleep |
| 'Cause this sorry old world needs diamonds like you |
| Darling, you’re a diamond through and through |
| Darling, you’re a diamond through and through |
| Darling, you’re a diamond true |