Diamonds is gold and the ocean is a lake
That mountain's just a hill, those buildings are fake
The water tastes like pennies and Christmas tastes like June
City tastes like gasoline and lies all taste like truth
He ain't your lover and he ain't your friend
That scarecrow's not your father and them cars ain't the wind

Oh Lord, how you shine to me
Oh God, how you glow to me

My fortune's made of nickels and kings are shaking dimes
In their pockets as they stalk the alleys, waiting for their time
The wars are fought with trophies and ladies fake the news
Caking up their cold sores while the cleaner steals my suit
You can't count on taxes, but your death is up and gone
They left us here to fade away and sing our wrinkled songs

Oh Lord, how you shine to me
Oh God, how you glow to me
Oh Lord, how she shines to me
Oh God, how she glows to me