So do you know of an answer now,
With red painted lips, and a Jezabel crown?
So have you heard of a singer now,
With reliquary eyes, and a diadem frown?

But I look for you,
in the diamond trees,
in a highway divine,
deliver me.
Your father died,
A month ago,
And he scattered his ashes,
in the snow...

And oh, my lonely diamond heart,
It misses you so well.
And oh, my lonely diamond heart,
It misses you, oh well.

I had a man in every town,
And I thought of you each time
When I tore off my gown.
Changes they come,
And I cannot recall
The shape of your face,
Through the winters and falls.

But I look for you,
In the traffic seas,
In the bars I'm always frequenting.
Your father died,
Some months ago,
And we scattered his ashes,
In the snow...

Oh,
the days are the hardest hours of the year,
Oh,
the days are the hardest hours of the year,
Oh,
the days are the hardest hours of the year...

And oh, my lonely diamond heart,
It misses you my dear.

She gave me a bird,
Made out of clay,
So I never will forget her.
And he gave me a book,
Made out of wood,
To fasten all the emblems.
She gave me a bird,
Made out of clay,
So I never will forget her.

And oh, my lonely diamond heart,
It misses you so well.
And oh, my lonely diamond heart,
It misses you, oh well.