Geva Alon Diamonds And Pearls
while i look down from high tall window
down to a busy street of mine.
i couldn't hear a sound that was louder,
than the one inside my mind.
instead the trees,
the kids were climbing up telephone Antenna pole,
their mothers sat on brown park benches ,
and were waiting to get old.
do we all like,
to get out dancing to the sound of a guitar strum.
yes it bring us back together,
those sometimes I wonder how.
cause to me its just another,
way to neutralized
my eyes,
from seen that daily ,
we were faces
from the hour that i am alive
still i am playing out for nickels,
i keep am in a wooden drawer
so that one day i can afford her diamond and pearls
but when i hold her hand
i understand that she worth a whole lot more
that i can ever afford.
in my room there's no mistaken
i got the world upon my land
and with my steel guitar i slid it
endless dream of misfortune out
but the song that i am singing
i have sang a 8 thousands time or more
it never change the way i act it
once i went outside the door.
still i am playing out for nickels i keep am in a
wooden drawer
so that one day i can afford her diamond and pearls
but when i hold her hand
i understand that she worth a whole lot more
yes , when i hold here hand i understand that she worth
a whole lot more
that i can ever afford.
