Testo Diamonds To Dust - The Waiting

Diamonds To Dust

A ruby stone ring, in a circle of gold
A clock set in silver, for you to behold
A necklace so costly, it can never be sold
And I buried them deep, just like I was told
Not exactly a blur, and not quite a streak
But what do you want, this girl’s an antique
I kept her from danger, because I think she’s unique
Got grease on my hands, and dirt on my knees
But even the diamonds, turn, to dust
Passing along, as everything must
New clothes into rags tall trees down to stumps
New wives into hags young men into grumps
Like the treasure in hand that’s starting to rust
Even the diamonds, turn to dust
Yeah
So take it from me, if I’m closing my hand
Around anything, that crumbles to sand
Let me give freely, as You command
Open my, arms and help me to stand
In thanksgiving, here I stand
For the treasure that You’ve given to me
But what is sweet, sweeter and sweeter still
Is the beauty of Your grace I see
‘Cause even the diamonds turn to dust
Passing along, as everything must
New clothes into rags tall trees down to stumps
New wives into hags young men into grumps
New clothes into rags tall trees down to stumps
New wives into hags young men into grumps
New clothes into rags tall trees down to stumps
New wives into hags young men into grumps
Like the treasure in hand that’s starting to rust
Even the diamonds turn to dust
Even the diamonds
Even the diamonds, turn to dust
They turn to dust
Turn to dust