Rough Diamonds (End of Fashion)

Oh no look at the way they start to rot I know I've been away too long to ask Caught in a sea of rough diamonds If that's not enough Imagining if you were not here This wicked spell of traveling's Just a mystery unraveling I'm holding on to when you are here And now baby where are you So much I wanted to say When I get home Well I can love you I miss you Honestly I can't resist you No I'm coming home Wait and I'll stick around Till I have found my feet on the ground I'm holding to when you are here There's a ghost I'm carrying Around like mindless worrying There's a song I want you to hear 'cause baby where are you So much I wanted to say When I get home Well I can love you I miss you Oh honestly I can't resist you No I'm coming home Oh no look at the way they start to rot I know I've been away too long to ask Oh baby where are you So many things I've got to say When I get home Well I can love you I miss you Oh honestly I can't resist you No I'm coming home La la la la la la Caught in a sea of rough diamonds If that's not enough Imagining if you were not here