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She wore a tattered scarf on the first day that they met,
A lacy thing with no purpose.
They sat and talked about anything and everything.
There's no contact,
but now she knows every detail of his
massive hands, and his gentle voice
everything about that day...except his name.

She's a wilting flower,
Watered by just his words.
Living every day,
just to drift away,
With him and the wind.

Now they're standing there,
Out on the floor,
Burning with desire.
She'll never learn that every thing comes to an end.
Like the song, and the night,
Don't tell her about happiness.

Now they're standing there,
By the door,
Parting,
but never parting.
All the things she could have said,
Silently she screams,
In to the night.

And one again they're standing there,
By the bar,
All dressed in red,
Sparkling velvet.
He looks so happy,
just living life, as it is.

She can't help but look down,
and wonder.
Always wonder,
Why there's a diamond in her glass.

arrow I've herd about these people that order martinis with a diamond(ring?) at the bottom. Who the heck would notice one of those, if they weren't expecting it? I'd probably swallow the bloody thing. Anyway, this song has a similar tune to that of 'Wonderwall' by Oasis.