It's coldna plain diamondnnobody's here, just empty spacenIt's all moving, breathingnstuck to the ceiling, don't mean a thingnnand what we had don't mean a thingnand what we had is already gonennit's allna plain diamondnnobody's here, just empty spacennthey're all our eyes are saucered to seenas if hands might float right down from abovenand change this placennobody here, don't mean a thingnnand what we had don't mean a thingnand what we had is already gonennI sit outside with the rain nownand time rolls slownI sit outside with the rainnand time rolls slownbut they may never shut offnbut they may never shut offn