Diamonds Burn to Coal - Horsemen, Tor Dybdahl

In a town where nothing changes

In this land of cold

Blazing snow keep falling

Diamonds burn to coal

In Wasteland

Wasteland

And I dream of horses

Captured by this wind

Sweeps my land in no time

And kills everything within

This wasteland

My own wasteland

Wasteland

Still I hear a heartbeat

Calling out for me

But I can’t see no reason

Too burnt to be that free

And all I ever wanted

All I had to give

Was pretty much the same as

Your soft naked skin

It burns in wasteland

The cries from my hands

The shaking all over

The four leafed clover

We burn in wasteland

The cries from my hands

The shaking all over

The four leafed clover

Last night in your care

By tomorrow I’ll be on my way

I’ll think I’ll follow the tracks from down by the station

To a city far from here