From the top of the hill
You can see all the lights of the Diamond Field
The treasure buried in plain sight
Where one mans loss is another mans gain
And no one cares about anything, worth caring about

Shall we go to the Diamond Field tonight
Tightrope walkin', in the web of light
Shall we go the Diamond Field and try
To seek the fortune in their eyes

One by one the lights go out
And the Diamond Field begins to fade

It turns back into cement and stone
Brick and asphalt, flesh and bone

Shall we go to the Diamond Field tonight
Tightrope walkin', in the web of light
Shall we go the Diamond Field and try
To seek the fortune in their eyes

Shall we go to the Diamond Field tonight
Tightrope walkin', in the web of light
Electric angles move against the night
Shining in the Diamond Field

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Writer(s): MYRON GROMBACHER, NEIL GIRALDO, PAT GIRALDO