Text: Tori Amos. From The Choirgirl Hotel. Liquid Diamonds.

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Surrender then start your engines.
You'll know quite soon what my mistake was.
For those on horseback or dog sled, you turn on at the bend in the road.
I hear she still grants forgiveness, although I willingly forgot her.
The offering is molasses, and you say...

I guess I'm an underwater thing so I guess I can't take it personally.
I guess I'm an underwater thing, liquid running.
There's a sea secret in me it's plain to see a-it is rising.
But I must be flowing liquid diamonds... liquid... liquid? diamonds.


Calling for my soul at the corners of the world.
I know she's playing poker with the rest of the stragglers.
Calling for my soul at the corners of the world.
I know she's playin' poker with the rest, the rest...
And if your friends don't come back to you.
And you know this is madness.
A lilac mess in your prom dress, and you say...


I guess I'm an underwater thing so I guess I can't take it personally.
I guess I'm an underwater thing, liquid running.
There's a sea secret in me it's plain to see a-it is rising.
But I must be flowing liquid? diamonds? liquid... liquid? diamonds.


I call. I go inside her. Shall I see it so?
And you're doing oh-so-well these days. You do it again.
And I say it's coming back again. Something like that.
These Saturdays, such muse in it, can he bring me those chains?
Keep it back. Daddy's down preachin' back into himself.
Keep it just between us, yes. It's liquid... liquid... liquid...