Gord Bamford Diamonds In A Whiskey Glass
When my down gets tough
I find a way to cope
Drag myself right back up
From the end of my rope
I pour a strong one straight and mean
Swallow hard and let it do its thing
My don't give a damn takes over
She's not so right I'm not so wrong
I get less sober, she gets less gone
And all the broken pieces of our past
Shine like diamonds in a whiskey glass
All the lines I crossed
Just gradually blur
And it ain't all my fault
For losing her
And what was heaven starts to fade
And I'm better off anyway
My don't give a damn takes over
She's not so right I'm not so wrong
I get less sober, she gets less gone
And all the broken pieces of our past
Shine like diamonds in a whiskey glass
Ain't it funny how that half empty bottle
Starts to look half full when your looking up from the bottom
And all the broken pieces of the past
Shine like diamonds in a whiskey glass
Shine like diamonds in a whiskey glass
