It's only a short walk to get to diamond road
I ran the whole way, I let myself go
What good is a life spent, chasing a storm in my blood
To lie in the bathtub but to long for the flood
It's not what you make of it
We're runners on a falling bridge
Didn't think I'd find you, sprawling all over the floor
One ear to the ground, one foot out the door
When nobody's watching, I'll take these bones to the side
So diamond road will always be passing us by
It's not what you make of it
We're runners on a falling bridge
It's not what you make of it
We're runners on a falling bridge
It's not what you make of it
Slowly let go of my grip
