Trip Shakespeare - Diane Lyrics

The glass Diane,
Blue and lovely
Laid down on the sill to break the
light

She cast my hand
In a cold light
Painting with the beams of
ancient days

Walk with me you can
Through our only home
Become Diane
Diane

You live, Diane
You are lovely
This world made you stay too far
away

Relax your hand
Trusted angel
Stranger than the things young
men should know