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