Mouthful Of Diamonds
Phantogram
Wake up
You're getting high on your own supply
Oh baby
you're still alive when you could've died
The world is not round because of you
You know I'm not around because of you
You've got a mouthful of diamonds
And a pocketful of secrets
I know you're never telling anyone
Because the patterns they control your mind
Those patterns take away my time
Hello, goodbye
Wasted
You tell the truth and you could've lied
Troubles are on the rise cause you're in disguise, Oh
And if it isn't be
Then pack your bags and leave
I wish I could believe blue devils won't take you back out to the salty seas
You've got a mouthful of diamonds
And a pocketful of secrets
I know you're never telling anyone
Because the patterns they control your mind
Those patterns take away my time
Hello, goodbye
I wish I could believe
