Without delusion, what would I be?
A lighthouse in the mists of hope with an RRSP
To get by on cracked premises takes a few simple things
Patient love, overdraft, near fatal fantasies.
It takes time, it takes money
Neither of which I’ve got enough.
I whine, but I know it’s funny
They’ll be a crack in the sky if you look for one.
It’s fine, but it’s kinda gross
The diamonds you find you can’t live without,
Though you’re gold
A gilded vision, neon in the night
A crystal thread, through the mounting fog, to your destiny in life
Comes a time when youth gives way to a job or love
A far cry from the photographs in your bedroom that hung above
It takes time, it takes money
Neither of which I’ve got enough.
I whine, but I know it’s funny
They’ll be a crack in the sky if you look for one.
It’s fine, but it’s kinda gross
The diamonds you find you can’t live without,
Though you’re gold
It takes time. It takes money.
I don’t know when I’ll have enough
I guess I don’t know when to give it up.
