Your Low (Live at Brixton)

She's got diamonds caught up her sleeves That makes a trail just when she leaves But her diamonds turn to dust She's chasing them in the wind And the lines that carve up her face From all the charms that I've tried to take But it's not worth my time, can you send it in a letter? Send it in a letter, my love? 'Cause what I need, I don't know I'm a million miles from your low But it's alright 'cause when you're blind You're never gonna see them again She's got diamonds caught up her sleeves Makes a trail just when she leaves But her diamonds turn to dust She's chasing them in the wind There's a stranger lying in my bed Drowned in roses and now she's dead But I'm waiting through the cold But your mind's on fire Mind's on fire, my love 'Cause what I need, I don't know I'm a million miles from your low But it's alright, 'cause when you're blind You're never gonna see them again, again, again, again Yeah, you know we don't care You know we won't care You know we won't care Yeah, you know we don't care Know we won't care Know we won't care Yeah, you know we don't care You know we won't care Know we won't care Yeah