Lyrics Diamonds - Pixel Grip

In the name of God
Kiss the ring that′s on the
Hand of the chosen one
On my mark
Cross my heart
Hope to die
Open fire
Make me warmer than
Black tar in July

You're my diamond
You′re my rock
In the rough
Want your touch
You're the sand that the
Surfer brushes off

How can I withhold from
Coming home to white and gold
When your touch is like a
Diamond, reminder?
How can I just go?
How can you act like you don't know
That too much of your baby doll love
Is like a dive straight into faith
When not feeling that brave?

In the name of God
Raised hands who want to speak
Only speaking in tongues
On my mark
Cross my heart
Hope to die
Open fire
Make me warmer than
Black tar in July

You′re my diamond
You′re my rock
In the rough
Want your touch
You're the sand that the
Surfer brushes off